Magic for Adults

At 50 plus…I have given up on Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny!  It is the unfortunate demise of my wishful thinking.  Further leading to my believing in magic demise?  I am an American living in the land of uncertainty.  A land corralled by a orange man with a toddler’s English.

When I first read this story…of course, I did not believe!  Yet, somewhere in my childish ways, I wanted desperately to believe!  I had been brought back to the time my family had a ‘pet’ raccoon.  He would come by daily and eat marshmallows out our hands.

One day the magic ended one day and ‘Rocky’ never returned.  Perhaps, he got tired of the junk food.  Perhaps…he tired of our strange, human behavior.  Yet, as a pre-teen…I wanted to believe, Rocky was with another family.  Bringing them joy and magic!  I suppose…even as a middle aged woman…I still want to believe in magic.

Last week, a three-year-old North Carolina boy went missing in the woods. Toddlers are notoriously bad at taking care of themselves even in the best of circumstances, but freezing temperatures lowered his odds of survival from slim to practically none.

But then, two days later, he was found! Crying, yes, but unharmed. Rescuers pulled young Casey Hathaway out of some bushes he’d become stuck in, and later, when he was safe, asked him what had happened. According to The Guardian,

Casey told police he survived due to the presence of a black bear, which kept him company. The boy repeated the story to his aunt, Breanna Hathaway.

“He said he hung out with a bear for two days,” Hathaway wrote in a Facebook post. “God sent him a friend to keep him safe. God is a good God. Miracles do happen.”

Personally, I believe Hathaway when he says a bear kept him safe from the elements until help arrived. “Real” bear experts are not convinced, or at least, that’s what they say. Chris Servheen, a bear researcher at the University of Montana, insists that Hathaway made the whole thing up:

“Wild bears aren’t friends with people. I don’t want to say he’s not telling the truth, he obviously thinks he’s seen things and maybe he’s got a teddy bear at home. But I’ve seen no evidence anything like that has ever happened.”

“I don’t want to cast aspersions on the child but I think the little boy had a fantasy. The bear wouldn’t feel sorry for him, thinking he’s alone. That’s ascribing human characteristics on wild animals, which is anthropomorphism.”

I realize Servheen is only trying to dissuade people from going out and trying to befriend wild animals, and to that end: OF COURSE THIS IS FAKE. HA HA. STUPID KID.

But history and YouTube contain innumerable examples of interspecies relationships, and I know, in the quiet of heart, that a bear rescued that child. I am not saying anyone should toss their kid outside, assuming a friendly bear will show up and babysit it for free, because that won’t happen! You can’t engineer this stuff.

But tomorrow, when you wake up to the latest news about Trump felling a virgin Amazon rainforest so he can build his border wall entirely with the teeth of endangered Pygmy sloths, and you think that there must be no good left in this whole accursed world, remember: A bear saved a child from dying in the woods. And you will feel at least .005 percent better.


Hot Flash

Tire swing fluctuating from a sadden branch.

A room enclosed, no sway to be had.

One could suffocate with the lack of air.

I would observe more closely but it is getting hard to breathe…

and, I have forgotten the facts.time 1

Perhaps the impending jitters know where I have placed my other soul.

The one that runs not only hot…but also, cold.

I have explained once…yet, a thousand times over…

no understanding comes when the mind is a dividing line.

imageedit_2_8661411140There are gestures I make but dare not mention.

Bouts of confusion and apprehension.

Dry as winter’s bone.

Months atop of months…

alone, alone, alone.

Shattered glass in an abandoned home.


Life on Life’s Terms

The Story of



Middle Age: Mistaking imagination for memory!
Middle Age:
Mistaking imagination for memory!

I know better now…

I did not know better


Middle Age and Pissed

7 reasons why-

  1. No longer do I tolerate persons who block both gas pumps with their Toyota Prius...Or whatever other, hybrid  that could fit it in my glove compartment, car. It is too cold. I am too old.  Typically, these persons are overweight, looking to by a scratch ticket on their EBT card and just coming down from huffing Gliden paint the night before.  Yet, to be honest, time…after forty…is of the essence and I don’t want to spend it staring down the crack of Dawn!

  2. It has been said time and time again, medicine bottles are a bitch! The only small children I have are on four legs! And, if my cat or dog are pill popping from a cabinet four feet up…I have more to worry about than their addiction to Pepto Bismo!

    ##Safety caps have gone the way of the dinosaur! Let’s face it, Tylenol, Johnson and Johnson and NyQuil…Small adults, which is what these little rodents are, can break into these little drug dens…far better than middle aged adults.

    I have to put a wrist splint on for Christ’s sake…just to take my arthritis medication!

  3. Sport Bras and their cousins, thermal underwear, leggings and form fitting workout pants!

    I watched myself the other day…guess I never took the time before, put on a large, built for women with line backer shoulders, sport bra! It looked sad! Down right discouraging. I had to finish the seizure like activity by sitting down on the commode…go figure? Beware Danskin…there maybe a lawsuit in your future. I pulled a neck muscles and tore my rota-tor cuff! And, as noted above, I couldn’t even break into the Advil bottle to relieve the pain…

    ‘Mind your Meds…as they say!’

  4. Young people and Old Farts. Young people? It obvious to me that there is some sort of conspiracy going on between the electronic industry and persons under the age of thirty five. Bruce Springsteen once spoke of the rage over channel surfing...57 channels and nothing on!

    RandomwordbyRuth would like to up this ante by saying…

    Your electronic device and it’s lights are on but no one is home!

    More so than the young-in’s…the seniors are really starting to piss me off! I want my AARP! Give me my green stamps, large dial cell phone and bought by disability Harley now!

    Once a month I take my mother to the movies. Once a month I sit back and watch her scold her way into having the movie theater pay her to come see the movie. Senior Discount. Catholic Daughter’s of the America’s gift certificate, downloaded app from AARP allowing all persons 65 and up to see R-rated movies…if it is a late matinee!  What next?  If you have two canes and an ugly Christmas sweater…just take a selfie and you’ll be eligible for a year’s worth of free movies!

  5. Of course, the sundry of foods we can no longer eat…grows with each not passing bowel movement we can not have!

    Peanuts…sit like little acorns ready for a harvest in my large intestine.

    Hard Candy…further ensnarement that teeth do not span the passage of time…That is unless they are removable!

    Buttery Popcorn…You might as well grab a copy of that AARP magazine you stole from the doctor’s office, an electronic cigarette and kiss your partner ‘good-bye’ for the day. Forward all calls to the bathroom! The Queen is in waiting on the throne!

  6. DVD’s! As one grows older, they collect memorabilia. Personally, I watch movies. Old or new, a good two hours of make believe takes away the worries of the day. As we grow older, however, junk/bad movies/ boring trinkets find themselves under the category of…memorabilia.

    I have kept track…there have been 6 years, 3 hours and 32 seconds of watching  DVDs’ I should have thrown away from the get go. Burn after watching..the first time, idiot! I am not wise or young enough to remember that a movie with Kim Basinger, playing a thirty year old mother running around a town avoiding a run in with nameless teenage male actors who have taken her 6 year daughter, is something I should have passed by at the Dollar Store!

  7. Being gay! So much fanfare about this nowadays. Years ago, it was a sin…now it is ‘in’…

    What I really wished? Raised Catholic, in a semi rural state, with parental units that believed in the virtue of it’s Adam and Eve…not Adam and Steve...

    I really wished, no matter the environment and woman’s instinctual need to please, I had put my big girl panties on…sooner!

    That, even now, it is not a matter of who you go to bed with! But that there are so many bigger fish to fry. Am I a good person? Am I charitable? Do I do for others?

    ‘Not, gee, I should hide Liz in the closet before my father picks me up for spring break. Don’t want him to think I’m a queer!’

    Post Script:

    My father and mother both knew I was a queer…Long before I came out of the closet at 18. They actually breathed a sigh of relief and asked if I was ready to get down to the business of


    Wherever you go...there you are
    Wherever you go…there you are