I left my son in the parking lot. He was sitting sideways on the passenger seat of my car, both legs out the open door, filing a tenacious corn with a foot file I had just bought. Don't frown. He is an adult (nearly 21). I went to Checkers to buy milk and something else… Continue reading Mistaken Identity
Author: TeaShell Michele
At home, in my shell, I get up to all sorts of creative mischief and drink an awful lot of tea. If I sign a document, if I have to be official and formal, my name is Michele Damstra.
Felling Our Life Tree – About Suicide
It sounds like a skeleton singing is how my eldest son described Macy Gray's voice when he was very much younger than he is now. The Letter sounds like a suicide note to me. I recently heard it said that suicide is a selfish act, yet a brave one too. Is it selfish? Is it… Continue reading Felling Our Life Tree – About Suicide
Eulogy Grievances
What attitude would your lively mind adopt if it knew the glittering eulogy you're listening to, or reading, was written by the deceased before they passed away? I think your mind would think it's like that office worker who helps himself to his colleagues' packed lunches and bad-mouths them to management (the colleagues, not the… Continue reading Eulogy Grievances
Solid Old
Nostalgia earns its brain space when it helps us retrieve aspects of ourselves we have forgotten to express and explore. I can be pretty goofy, and am often such with my sons, but I've become oh so grown-up in the rest of my chores-and-flaws life. I found my comical persona in a memory from my… Continue reading Solid Old
Ass-umptions
We look at someone and think we know... who they are. We watch the man in a white coat counting white pills on a white counter in the pharmacy and think, He went to university and worked really hard, and now he drives a metallic silver car and tells people how many times a day… Continue reading Ass-umptions
A Star Is Bright
Holding an unlit cigarette, he looks me in the eye, a soft look, and says simply, I'm feeling sad. When his voice is this quiet - a thought forms itself into sound and escapes like smoke up a chimney - he is raw inside. I know how he feels, but saying so doesn't help, does… Continue reading A Star Is Bright
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