TUMMY RUB

In a day dream like state my daughter laid sprawled on the institute room couch. She was looking serenely up at the ceiling while she gently ran her hand along her belly over and over again and sighing gently. One of my friends pointed to her giggling and said, "Lisa, look at your daughter. Does she remind you of someone?" I must confess she was a replica of her pregnant mother.

CREATURES of the BLACK LAGOON

We have a whale, a hundred jelly fish, squirrels, birds, monsters, dragons, bunnies, and turtles all living in our home right now. Before you call the human society, or maybe you caught on at the part when I said monsters and dragons, all of these creatures live in my daughter's imagination. She will cry out randomly, "MOM, WATCH OUT THERE IS A SQUIRREL ON YOUR HEAD. QUICK COME HERE!" "MOM THE MONSTER IS GETTING US QUICK HIDE UNDER THE UMBRELLA." Apparently to avoid getting riped apart by a ferocious flesh eating monster you just need to climb under the protection of umbrella, who knew?

Love,

Me

NIGHTMARE

For the last few weeks I have woken in a cold sweat with the most vivid nightmare. I am enrolled in my last semester of college and I forgot to go to my math class for the last half of the semester. I am in finals week and I remember-- my math class! The final for the math class is in a few days and I have eons of homework and quizes I have to make up. I am in this sort of strangulation of stress and pressure when I awake. I remember... I graduated from college already.

Love,

Me

LITTLE SEEDS SIDEWAYS :)

AVIARY

My husband enjoys the windows drawn open every evening to allow a fresh breeze into our home. Along with the breeze comes profane gang-banger music, as each truck with its windows down rolls to a stop at the corner outside our home. Then at six o'clock on the dot the birds come. A church primary song decived me when I was taught, "In the leafy tree tops the birds sing good morning." As a flock of a hundred birds descend on our home each morning they don't sing the sweet anthems of morning but sound more like the screetching torments of a dying soul. I am thinking about moving into the National Aviary up the street because I feel like there I will get more sleep.

Love,

Me