by Cece Jones
Though I’ve considered it, I have never written anything online before, even though I have opinions and know how to write a paragraph. I’ve thought many times that I might try, at least for therapeutic/cathartic purposes, but have delayed for no particular reason. But, I have now been mobilized by outside circumstances and can no longer keep silent.
What has caused me to break my silence at this time? Is it the insulting, disheartening propaganda accompanying the presidential campaign? Is it the ever-eroding state of civil liberties in this country? The Iraq war? Global warming?
No. It is this. Not any one of those sensitive and worthy topics, but this.
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from My Mind Vomit
by J. Michael Haas
“You know, you really act older than your age.” My aunt Rene told me. I had just turned 8 and I was sitting on the couch watching the news with my dad.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked sharply, as if her statement was a dig.
“Well, most nine year olds I know don’t watch the news.” She said with a smile.
I looked up at her and furrowed my brow and said. “How many 8 year olds do you know?”
“Well, besides you… none, it just doesn’t seem like a little kid thing to do.”
“So I’m a little kid now… I like the news, perhaps you prefer I watch the Mon Chi Chi’s and wet the bed.” I don’t really know why I was so defensive, and truth be told, The Mon Chi Chi’s was my favorite cartoon, I used to sing the theme song in the bath tub with choreography and everything… of course no one saw that. “Way up in the trees with the Mon Chi Chi’s,” splash, splash, splash, splash, “Mon Chi Chis, Mon Chi Chis.”
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