This reading is from a presentation entitled Hula Hoop My promise to Olivia: I remember when my mother said I may want to write bigger in my card to you so you could read it. I remember when she said you may not be able to read it at all anymore. I know now you … Continue reading Readings from Hula Hoop
Dear me, everybody should be able to make some music. That's the cosmic dance! -Harold and Maude, written by Colin Higgins. My mom recently prompted me to come up with a word for this year. In the past, my words have been simplicity, create etc. This year, I have decided upon the word cosmic. I thought … Continue reading Cosmic
Why poetry? Why art and creativity? As my last semester at Wartburg inches closer, I have begun to question not only my major, or my interests or my future, but everything that has happened to me and all of my decisions. My poetry class added to the questions I have for myself and the world. Why … Continue reading Why poetry?
One of the most important and most wonderful things a human being can do is take care of other humans. My grandma, Olivia Thelma Drewes, has been able to take care of the posterity of the Earth. She was a nanny. She is a mom. She is a wife, and a grandma. Among many more … Continue reading Take care of each other.
I was always insulted when someone would pick dark chocolate over milk chocolate. With my mom or grandma, choosing it was always followed by “it’s healthy for you!”. I despised dark chocolate… because it was healthy for you! It was supposed to be candy, a treat, for special occasions. I don’t want that to be … Continue reading Tour de Chocolat
I was sitting at my table in my kindergarten probably chatting with my desk neighbors: Val, Travis, Leif, and Drew all of whom moved away by 2nd grade… which might be why I have trouble keeping friends. My teacher tells us to write about being outside. My mind immediately goes to the monkey bars. Being … Continue reading Monkey Bras
Excerpts of this post have been transformed into another piece entitled Hula Hoop. Imagine this: an old lady, about 65 years old in Pamida, a small-chain department store. She has short, dark blonde hair, a grin on her face. She’s wearing a bracelet, glasses, sandals and a black sweatshirt with grey capris. Just a typical … Continue reading Olivia