Kids, Life, Parents…and a little luck…

“Things are better at Sandra’s house.  Her mom’s lawyer talked to her father’s lawyer and he can’t take the dog.  Sandra is back in her bedroom.”

“That’s great news.”

“Why is life so hard?”

“Lots of reasons.  Everyone wants something different and everyone wants what they want.  It’s hard because there’s very little we can actually control in our lives.  It’s hard because of violence, hatred and the way things have been set up by white, murdering, slave owning foremales.  I won’t say forefathers because that’s just disgusting. As if they were everyone’s father, when, in fact, they were simply patriarchal morons.   Life is hard because even when we get what we want, we sometimes find out that what we thought we wanted, was not what we wanted at all.  Mostly it’s hard because stuff just happens to us.”

“We don’t believe in god.”


“We believe in Wonder Woman.”

“We do, because Wonder Woman doesn’t have a place of worship where she brainwashes and conditions her followers to go out and rape and pillage in her name.  Wonder Woman fights against the people who do those things.”

“That makes sense.”

“No one has to pay Wonder Wonder.  She doesn’t lie and she works for good, not evil.  She doesn’t need followers,  ritual, or obedience from others.”

“Can I get another turtle?”


“Do you think I should?”

“You’re the only one who can answer that question.”

“What if I want you to answer it?”

“If you’re not sure about what you want to do, just give yourself some time to think about it. Then ask yourself again.  Do that until you know your own answer.”

“Some people don’t like you.  They say you go too far.”

“How nice.  Thank you, Baby.”

“What do they mean?  Where do you go?”

“I make a lot of people uncomfortable because I sometimes say things that people don’t want to hear, admit, or talk about.  Things they don’t want to face, or do anything about.  Things that upset the status quo and the establishment. ”

“So you don’t really go anywhere?”

“I do not.  I can go too far, from this very spot.”

“Good, because if you had to travel, who would I talk to?”

“Your dad?”

“He doesn’t know anything.”

“Of course he knows things.”

“What does he know?  Every time I ask him something, he tells me that it’s not his area and that I should ask you.”

“What did he say his area was?”

“He said he can teach me to balance a checkbook.”

“I can balance a checkbook.”

“He said that you can’t. He said there’s more to it than writing down the amount of a check, but that’s all you ever do.”

“I’m sure he has other areas.”

“I don’t know where he keeps them.”

“Maybe you two can work on that.”


“You do things together all the time.”

“Doing things isn’t the same as talking about things.”

“He’s not that political.”

“Is that what you are?”

“Yes, because to me, everything is political.”

“That explains a lot.  I’m going to have some cereal.  Want some?”

“Sure.  Thank you.  Does it bother you that some people don’t like me?”

“Why should it?  My friends tell me what their parents say about you and they all wish you were their mother because they’re parents never do anything.  No one else’s mother has been arrested for protesting against anything.  Susan’s mother was arrested but Susan said she was just drunk and did something she won’t talk about.  I think her mother drinks a lot.  Besides, I love going to demonsrtrations.  I think they’re important.”

“That’s how we indoctrinate and brainwash our tiny loved ones,  Baby.  We take them with us.  That is exactly why nothing will change.  Each side thinks the other side is wrong, or bad, and each side keeps raising new generations to believe the same thing.  Our side, is for freedom, the other side, is for control over others.  There’s no way to build a bridge.”

“A bridge?”

“No way to talk to each other.”

“Oh.  That’s a problem.”

“It is.”

“I’m not going to get a turtle right away.”


“I think I’ll just think about Tommy for awhile.”

“Good idea.”

“Maybe I’ll get one later.”

“No rush.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, Baby.”






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4 Responses to Kids, Life, Parents…and a little luck…

  1. Deb Whittam says:

    Great – wish I had that kid of insight but as my favourite song states – you’re parents did the best job they could do

  2. Resa says:

    Fab piece!!! You reminded me that Gloria Steinem is coming to give another talk. The best thing is that she has a 16 year old girl, from our city, as her guest speaker. I’m so thrilled that Gloria’s intellect is passed on to one who appreciates!

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