I’m a Chicken

When I was about 4 years old Momma took us to the movies. This particular time etched itself into my child-mind like no other movie had and left me with an aversion to all horror films. Ever heard of it? Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

This was the 1978 remake version, so you can imagine the bad male-perms and feathered lady hair.  Looking back at the production pictures now, I laugh at how tacky it looked.

To be truthful, I didn’t actually watch a whole lot of it. I kept needing to go to the “bathroom”. But I clearly remember how afraid I was and how even in the comfort of the orange-tiled movie bathroom I couldn’t stop shaking.

Hairy-Vaulter Cheesecake

Art by Madison Graham

All my friends have their versions of cheesecake and they are all very delicious. I am more an acquired flavor. But if you can catch me mid-vault and push the hair to the side, I think you may be surprised.  I have layers that didn’t make themselves known until a little later in life. Not to me, anyways. My Momma will say it was there all along, but Momma is rather fond of me and she may be a bit biased. I know my writing has sure shocked the rest of my family. Writing has become very important to me, but it surely isn’t all I am.

I’ve decided to share a few highlights of my life. Maybe you will learn something about what makes me tick. If you do, will you let me know? I’ve been wading through me for years now, and I am still a bit lost.