I have a column that runs in the Community Voices, once per month. Hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them!
Deep in the forest among the towering redwoods, is a village. The village is constructed from discarded items, cans, clothing, radios, boxes, wheels, and any other usable item that people deemed as trash.
Discarded produce is ground up and used as the richest compost to grow the largest and freshest fruits and vegetables anyone has ever laid eyes on, but only one or two people have ever laid eyes on them. The sewing, reaping and looking belong to the growers of the produce. The ones that find a useful purpose for discarded things are small ancient creatures. Continue reading
“I remember the day you were born,” I said into the walkie-talkie, “I held you in my arms and thought you were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. You hardly cried and at five weeks old, you slept through the night.”
My voice breaks from the pang of the memory. I release the talk button. Oh God, please protect my son! My head falls to the table as all of my panic rips through my chest. My baby has been gone for more than 12 hours. He must be so scared. My overwhelming feeling of helplessness makes it hard to breathe. I take a drink of water to clear my voice and then I continue. Continue reading
A few years ago, I purchased a book from the Scholastic book fair at my son’s elementary school, and it has became an all time favorite of mine. Scholastic (or whoever is in charge of this) is very smart in organizing book fairs close to Halloween. I use this time to pick up a few new books to read during the month of October, and sometimes I find year round favorites. Continue reading
As a full-time Poison Education & Outreach Manager at my local poison control center, I am tasked with educating the three million people in my region; through community presentations, health fair displays, outreach and awareness activities and providing free materials. Continue reading
Last summer, I woke up from a dream where I had discovered time travel! In my dream, a few friends and I (we were children) had discovered a portal that sometimes appears on posters. One of our friends had gone into a portal alone, the rest of us scrambled together and went after him. Once we were on the other side, the portal closed and we were stuck. We were in a little general store where the store keeper served us a sample of a pastry. The pastry popped out of the bottom of a toaster type oven and was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. The crust was crispy and warm and the filling was sweet and fruity. It reminded me of the breakfast foods we sometimes eat at my house, only a million times better. Anyway, when I woke up, I wrote a story. Continue reading