Nightmare, or Was It?

The other night, I woke up to Westina shaking me awake. “There’s someone in the house!” she whispered. I heard noises immediately. Somehow, I was able to see a shadow moving down the hallway, which should’ve clued me in. Getting up, I indicated to Loki to follow me. Inkling was still curled on Westina’s legs. I walked into the living room to find a stranger sitting in the middle of my couch. He was stretched out with his hands tucked behind his head (as if he was surrendering) and his long legs jutting out from the couch as if they…

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An Imagining of the Future as in What’ll Happen to the Raiders after Mark Davis

I’ve been missing football a lot lately. The draft is almost two weeks away, there’s been some good moves (not great) made by the Raiders and I have their three wins from last year still on my DVR. So, I’ve been watching the games after Westina goes to bed. Why? So I could see how effective Khalil Mack is. While watching the SF 49’ers/Oakland Raiders game last night, I started thinking about Mark Davis, his unmarried status and his no-offspring status. What’s going to happen to the Raiders when Mark Davis dies, assuming that his mother went before him? If…

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Dreams about High School

Yesterday, I got in touch with a high school friend here on FB. So of course, last night I dreamed about Flintridge Sacred Heart Academy. In the dream, I’m the age I am now and yet somehow, I was wandering the halls of the main building. Everything felt so familiar: going past Sister Dorothy’s bank cage, Sister Marie Therese’s door then past the dining hall and Green Room into the boarding room hallways. The biggest difference was that there were three times as many around than when I went to HS there. Yet, there were enough differences that should’ve clued…

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To Dream the Impossible Dream

When I was in high school, the religion teacher Sister Joan, asked us to use one word to describe ourselves. My classmates all chose adjectives: pretty, smart, outgoing, etc. I gave the assignment serious thought and came up with a noun, “Dreamer.” Since then, I’ve worn the word well. I dream of things to come, I dream of things past. I dream of acknowledgement and of accomplishments. Perhaps the strangest thing to come out of this mantle I’ve chosen to wear, is that my sister remembers that I call myself the Dreamer. (My sister thinks of me when it’s my…

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