Deborah Kellogg
Stories (3/0)
The Joyous Rebellion of Pockets
Walking by the lake, my daughter casually pulls a candy out of her pocket, pulls on the crinkly twists on either end, liberates the treat into her mouth, then hands me the still-sticky cellophane wrapper, which I stuff with a small thrill of pleasure into my own pocket. It will join a few coins, a pretty rock collected from the beach and a seasoning of dirt or dried flower petals plus pocket fuzz. I smile to myself, feeling slightly naughty and just a little rebellious even after all these years – it’s still liberating!
By Deborah Kellogg3 years ago in Humans
The Joyous Rebellion of Pockets
Walking by the lake, my daughter casually pulls a candy out of her pocket, pulls on the crinkly twists on either end, liberates the treat into her mouth, then hands me the still-sticky cellophane wrapper, which I stuff with a small thrill of pleasure into my own pocket. It will join a few coins, a pretty rock collected from the beach and a seasoning of dirt or dried flower petals plus pocket fuzz. I smile to myself, feeling slightly naughty and just a little rebellious even after all these years – it’s still liberating!
By Deborah Kellogg3 years ago in Families
Don't Listen to Mom!
Today is Mothers' Day in many countries, a time when we think about our own moms and everything that they've done for us. It's the loving, positive, and encouraging things they've said and done that are lauded. But what if your mom wasn't that kind of mother? Or what if she meant well, but something went badly wrong? What do you do with Mothers' Day then? And the bigger question: What do you do with your relationship with your mom? There's a popular meme on social media right now saying, "If you could go back and tell your younger self something in just three words, what would you say?". While there are lots of helpful things I could tell the younger me, I know exactly what I would say: "Mom was wrong." Mom's terrible advice, though well intentioned, was dead wrong and following it changed my life.
By Deborah Kellogg3 years ago in Families