Letting my Clown Flag Fly – Artsy Reflections 102

Letting my Clown Flag Fly – Artsy Reflections 102

“No, I don’t wanna be a clown!” I cried as I ran away from my father to hide, and pout, and resist the red, yellow, and blue garment he was dangling in front of me.

I was 7 and I had just spent the past few minutes being awed by my older cousin in her princess costume. In the brief time I was aware I’d arrived at a costume party, I’d also arrived at false expectations of…
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A Mosaic of Shattered Dreams – Artsy Reflections 101

A Mosaic of Shattered Dreams – Artsy Reflections 101

“I want to be an actress!” I said when I was 12 or 13.

“So you want to be a waitress?” My mom replied, laughed, and explained my future as she saw it, should I pursue such a career.

“I want to be a novelist!” I said when I was 22 or 23.

“Hmph! Don’t we all.” My journalism professor stated with a dissapproving look…
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Eye See – Artsy Reflections 100

Eye See – Artsy Reflections 100

I stared at this photo, and I wanted this story to be as deep as the center of the earth is, because surely that’s how far someone could have dug in the length of time I spent staring… Read more…

The Kidnapper Truck – Artsy Reflections 99

The Kidnapper Truck – Artsy Reflections 99

The truck was rolling backwards with my sister and me inside, but no one was at the wheel. We were just about to leave, but mom had forgotten something. She hopped out of the old Dodge Ram to dash back to the house, but when she slammed the door closed, the gray beast was shaken out of park and… Read more…

The Zombie Robot Apocalypse – Artsy Reflections 97

The Zombie Robot Apocalypse – Artsy Reflections 97

You know that ditz you see in your home town? The one who’s using “walk mode” on her GPS to get 50 feet from where she parked her car. Well that’s me… only I mute the volume and try to pretend I’m texting.

But sometimes, even my GPS can’t save me. Read more…