We are, every one of us, mothers to an unruly family: the members of a collectively-mismatched but individually-cherished brood of children who comprise our jewelry box. Feather earrings–the free-spirited daughter, barefoot, running through a hydrant on a summer day. A pearl choker–studious, future-minded, voted “Most Likely to Succeed.” Each her own person, they’re both reflections of influences past as well as projections of our ability to nurture through to maturity pride and self-confidence. (more…)
Author: Pryce D. Wright
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Five for Finding: The Fluorescent Highlighter
Back before Adderall–when “Monster” wasn’t an energy drink but a creature hiding under your bed, when Starbucks better known for its perverse, bare-breasted mermaid logo than coffee–we taught kids to not do drugs. Pity the junior high health instructor whose curriculum has been hacked and slashed as a result: Do I put the module on eCigarettes before or after the herpes quiz? Decisions, decisions.
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Five for Finding: The Undercover Stud
Ladies, we’re overdue for a sexy, sexxxy conversation about The D. The D, and not the d. (more…)
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Five for Finding: The Red/Black Trapeze
In high school, five things creeped me out: revolving doors, corduroy, bunk beds, clowns and shoelaces. No rational person should fear these. (Except shoelaces. Some day, someone’s sneaker will unwind on an escalator and get caught in the grate at the top when stepping off. Don’t be that person. Take an elevator instead).
