Our four desks were pushed together for a Thanksgiving art project; we wrapped bits of Autumn-colored tissue paper around the end of No. 2 pencils, carefully dipped the wrapped end into the puddle of Elmer’s Glue squirted onto a scrap of construction paper, and placed the florette onto the the inside of the outline of a turkey. 1…2…3… Ten seconds for each one to dry and the process to start all over again.
What a perfect time for my 4th grade teacher to join us!
Conversation was breezy but quickly turned to talk of Christmas presents… Boy Student, “Can you believe that I believed in Santa Clause until I was in SECOND GRADE!” Laughter from the table… Laughter fades… MY TEACHER confides in the little group, “You guys, don’t laugh — I believed in Santa Clause until I was in FOURTH GRADE!”
Hmm, *I* believed in Santa Clause until that very moment. 🙠<–Frowny Face
OH, BUT WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO PEPPERED WITH DISILLUSIONMENT??
Fast forward 33 years, DreamWorks Studios
just ordered 400 of THIS card.
Sooo, there’s that or whatever.

I’m assuming this little person was Trick-or-Treating… But I see no treat bag, nor do I see a 3-ring binder, NOR DO I SEE the latest issue of The Watchtower.












See how intense she is?
It only seemed appropriate that this card be printed first:










and new designs for 

NOTHING.
Maybe I was creating a message for my mom? Or a beautiful design? Or a note to my brother begging him to stop slowly poisoning my parakeet and calling me Oot Head.
and tanning booths at Golden Tan in
was a class called Printmaking.
*Actual linocut carved while under Sr. Bernardine’s tutelage. 
With backpack securely fastened over both shoulders, I proudly marched through the alley-entrance onto the school playground/parking lot.
My heart sank.
HOW COULD THEY?! THE AGONY! Thank God my call home from the nurses office only resulted in my mom coaxing me to stay at school long enough to have my picture taken, otherwise there wouldn’t be this evidence. THANK GOD.
…And someday I’d enact my telekinetic revenge…
These modern services enable my dwindling desire to engage with the outside world.
Just look at that commute! Ridiculous.




But I barely remember that! I barely remember crying and sulking in my bedroom! Because this was the Lord’s day, not mine!
So much blood. So many tears. And my friend was sent home??? WHY MOM, WHY?!
