Grandma's Wake_I Quit_You Wanna Do Something Fun?_Bang Bang
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Grandma's Wake
My name is Constance O’Dell, and I grew up in a typical suburb of Denver, Colorado, in the early 1970s. Typical in the way all the houses on my block looked somewhat the same. Ranch-style homes with attached garage, brick halfway up with painted wood on top. Everyone chose pale blue or white or some mundane color so you wouldn’t stick out. Our rooftop was sloped, as were they all, to assure the winter snow would run off, as running in would have been an entirely different matter. We all had a driveway, and a double-width sidewalk connected us. Everyone grew flowers in their front yards, from c...
I Quit
"I quit!” I yelled as I walked back into the kitchen.Of course no one batted an eye. I had already quit at least a dozen times that night, as I did pretty much every night I worked, and I meant it every single time. I did. But I kept coming back. I hated every minute of the eight years I’d spent at this job, but it was what I knew and being in survival mode kept me trapped in this torment. Waitressing was wearing me down hard. I desperately needed a career change. I desperately wanted a career change. I spent many sleepless nights wondering what my life would have been like if I had followed...
You Wanna Do Something Fun?
Then, attack Britney Spears. Except for Chris Crocker, just about almost everyone else has at one time or another. Go ahead—have at it—she’s an easy target. For the past thirty-nine years that she’s walked around on this big ball of fun that we lovingly refer to as planet Earth, our planet somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, you know, just like in that renowned Star War opening crawl that begins those movies says, she’s spent just as much time in the spotlight of the public’s eye for her achievements as for her downfalls; achievements and downfalls appealing to the general public in some sick...
Bang Bang
Bang Bangwww.onedoor.ccNot for the first time, I woke up in a sweat, covers wrapped around my torso and calves. I felt like an embryonic beast, trying to break out of a chrysalis, the vivid dream already fleeing away in all directions, leaving only trailing wisps. I latched onto one, an insubstantial puff, and held on as it went the way of deep sleep. I already knew this dream. It was the same recurring dream that had plagued me since childhood….We called him “Bang Bang.” He stood, taller than a baby elephant and just as broad, at the intersection of Willow and Main, catercorner from Alamo School. Early eac...