Granny Glasses

He wore granny glasses.

He wore granny glasses because they felt just right.

He wore granny glasses ’cause they were outta sight.

He wore granny glasses because he looked unique. 

He wore granny glasses because they had a great mystique. 

But secretly he knew he wore them because they looked just like his Granny’s, who he lost long ago. 

He loved his Granny. 

She had the best hugs and the biggest smile. 

She made the best puffy pancakes and sewed clothes for his dollies. 

She had impeccable style, with embroidered gloves and dangling baubles. 

She taught him to love the things she had loved as a child. 

She taught him sing and laugh and how to be wild. 

And then she was gone. 

He’d never lived in a world without his Granny. 

He’d always remember her and all she had taught him. 

When he looked in the mirror and would see his granny glasses, he knew she will always be with him. 


When the world around me gets too big

I close my mind, block out the light and sound

Find the small place I can be free

Free of the voices, free of pain

The world where I can dance a sing without care 

The star of my stage; life ahead of me

Where I am beautiful and interesting 

Not this reality of an awkward being 

Trying to fumble along and be herself 

In a world that has no time to play


Over the past week or so, I’ve been asked advice on a whole range of topics, some mundane, some explicit. I get asked my opinion a lot, but these questions are not just opinion, but how what I do can factor into their lives. This is straight up advice. I have never been the person people go to for advice. Most people look at my fringe lifestyle and just dismiss me. I’ve never been one to take advice as I go strictly on instinct and pure trial and error. 

I’m the first person to admit my mistakes in life. I should’ve prepared for college. For some reason, I thought I was too stupid for college, so why try? Then I found out, too late, that I have a form of dyslexia, not stupidity. I tried college, but didn’t stick with it. I should’ve stayed. I did go back eight years ago, but life got in the way. Again, I should’ve stayed. At least I was the straight-A student I’d always wanted to be.
When I met my husband, I was told never to marry him because I was too young and hadn’t had many boyfriends. We just celebrated our twentieth anniversary. When I had my kids, everyone gave my all sorts of advice. I stayed by what I felt was right. I went on to homeschool though everyone had strong feelings against it. I have great kids who now excel as people, one of whom is now an adult. 

During my years home with the kids, I learned skills that I continue to enjoy to this day. I can’t understand the need to be “perfect” even with my excelled skills. Everything is the best I can do, because no matter how good I think I am, there is always going to be someone better. This knowledge makes me push myself to be better than myself, no one else. I can’t be younger, taller, or more talented than I am, so I have to use what I’ve got. Which means, if those are my only limits, I’ve got a lot to work with!

Of course, I don’t know where to start, if I am truly destined to advise people. I’m smart enough to throw the idea out there and see if it lands anywhere. So, there’s this.  

Everyone has their opinions. All I can do is show by example. Which isn’t such a bad thing, is it? 

I’ve been asked.