Big Words from Small People

The more I read over text from Massa’s old “United Nations” conferences, on what to do with the “population problem”, the more my tummy tightens with embarrassment. For them, mind you, not us. More than half of us were children if we were even born yet. One can wrap a blindfold over one’s eyes, take…

How to Open a Carton, Bypassing the Plastic

Because it’s fun to teach children “old tricks” in a newer and needlessly more complicated world. Because they’re being bullied and harassed into “being more environmentally responsible”..even though these plastic knobs keep being manufactured and keep riding on the sides of millions of drink cartons. For whatever reason one wishes to entertain, since the words…

Another Thing We Can Stop Doing

I’m fifty-two years old and I still remember them. The moments my mother would drunkenly and angrily complain, to whomever we were visiting at the time, of my “special” troubles. I remember those times from when I was five years old, nine and so on.. My bed wetting troubles. My near violent rocking episodes. My…