Dear Womb, You've noticed: three close friends are becoming parents for their second times. How can I tell? Because lately You, characteristically quiet and cooperative, have turned (in Your own still fairly quiet way), rebellious. For someone who has claimed and wielded ownership over this body since I took Puberty to task for its lies [...]
Category: adolescence
My Modeling Gigs
On today in 1959, Lorraine Hansberry's classic A Raisin in the Sun opened on Broadway. Huge fan of the play that I am, I've been thinking in its monologues all day: "My what this new world has wrought," I thought as I was sorting some digital photo files, especially the second one (in light of [...]
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Wounds & Debris
1. I'm in the fourth or fifth grade. In our small town, in the 80s, this makes me old enough to walk downtown without adult supervision. Which is what me, my twin, and our sister Debbie are doing. A man in a red car drives slowly following us trying to lure us into his vehicle. [...]
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Cracks in the Facade
In December of last year my father suffered a heart attack. If there’s a such thing as a freak heart attack, his was one. My dad is no Jack Lalane, but despite his penchant for fried chicken wings and bacon, he’s a pretty fit dude according to his doctors. Up until that morning, he had [...]
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The Girl Curse
Growing up, my father was adamant--okay downright angry--when his friends and onlookers would say in awesome wonder, "Five girls?! Man-n-n-n you got trouble" that he didn't have anything like that.
darlene anita scott 