Anxie-Tea_Signature Required_A Mediocre Conversation_A Buck Fifty
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Anxie-Tea
Anna was 7 years old when she experienced her first panic attack. The day it happened was the day of her first class presentation, and though it is normal for everyone to be nervous before publicly speaking, it was however unusual when the young child began hyperventilating during her recess. She didn’t know what was happening, why she couldn’t catch her breath, which caused her to fall further into her veil of panic. It wasn’t until after she vaguely heard the bell ring that her teacher noticed the frightened child huddled in a corner under the yellow slides, and quickly worked at calming he...
Signature Required
What fresh hell is this? The porch motion detector flash of white light blinded me. As my eyes adjusted, I tore off the yellow post office slip fluttering against the screen door.What now? I had signed all the documents for the sale of the house. Did the realtor forget something? Again? The post office slip said “Signature Required” In bold letters along the bottom. Struggling to balance my purse and keys, I miss the lock, after several tries the key catches and my front door unlocks. I dig in my purse till I find my half-bent pen and hastily scribble Jessica Culbertson onto the bottom ...
A Mediocre Conversation
“They call me Einstein,” Henry says.“That’s great, my boy! What a compliment,” Albert replies.“They say it when I miss a math problem or stumble over my words or forget to wear pants. It’s humiliating!”“What’s humilwww.onedoor.cciating?”“When they call me Einstein. I just said that.”“Oh, I thought you were referring to the pants. Funny story, that happened to me once too. So, it was right after I moved to America—”“I wish I could just disappear.”“That is physically impossible, son. We are made of matter and matter can’t just go away.”“You know what I mean!” Henry shouts.“Of course, of course. But if you dis...
A Buck Fifty
When Kim tells me her dad died that morning, the inside of my head clangs like a church bell. This is our very first phone call, and for a second, I don’t recognize her voice or her name. I sit down on the side of the bed in my parents’ bedroom, and I kind of grow up in that moment. Thanks a lot, God. When I woke up this morning, I said to myself: gee, I hope I grow up today.This is so typical of me, taking the floor when Kim has just told me her dad died this morning. Seriously Angie, drop the daze and think of someone other than you. But I do love my daze. I can spend hours wandering around ...