Dee Mae Elva
Big Foot and His Dad
This day keeps getting weirder and weirder. I have had enough. I am going home and I am going to stay on my couch with my lazy dogs who don’t even bother to bark at Big Foot. Seriously?! Other people complain about their dogs barking too much mine did not even bother to bark when Big Foot and his dad come into my house to take a shower and then kidnap me. Who knew Big Foot had a dad and that his dad STINKS!!
Big Foot and His Dad
I had come back from helping Ms. Annie and had fallen asleep on the couch with my dogs. I heard knocking, thought it was in my dreams, so I ignored it. If it was real, the two dogs sleeping on me would bark or make a noise right? So, I snuggled back asleep then heard the knocking again a bit louder and louder. I had to pee now, so I slid out from under the dogs and went to the bathroom and the dogs were still snuggled on the couch asleep. The knocking continued.
Ms. Annie’s Farm
Crunch, crunch, the sound of the old leaves under my feet and the occasional SNAP! of a twig that makes my heart jump. My job is to check out what people do not want to check out so here I am out on a desolate farm that has by far seen better days, the dried-out corn fields that could not even be made into a corn maze with it’s dried out corn because of the smell of rot and mold. I walk through what used to be a pasture and sink into the muck, there is no cows, or goats left.
War is what happens when language fails—Margaret Atwood. I read that somewhere sometime. I do not remember it’s been ages since the war to end all wars I haven’t seen another living person in years, I haven’t seen another living creature in years.
Monster and Arianna
Arianna was having a very bad day, she felt very yucky but did not know why. She was only 6 months after all, she knew a lot but not everything. She kept trying to tell her teacher that she felt yucky, but her teacher thought she just didn't get enough sleep, or did not like the toys or something else. Everything except for the fact she felt yucky.
Teach Others to Think
I am passionate about art, but many people can say they are. What makes me different is I am passionate about making people THINK about MAKING art. My students have to Think when they create and it’s frequently a hard process the first couple of times, then they learn to love learning how to think for themselves. My students literally follow me from school to school. During the summer school program, I was wondering why I had students from my old school literally 100 blocks away so I started asking them why they were there and they said “you”. They missed me pushing them, making them think. Even though I’m the art teacher I make them think harder than anyone else and they love it.
Shoom pah shoom pah bright eyes wide open, excitement sizzling in the air Shoom pah shoom pah the magic I bring to my 5 year olds in the form of a pair of bright shiny Fiskars scissors. Scissor day is like the opening day of an exciting show, like the circus, or live performance, if my students knew what that was like. Their bright shiny faces awaiting to use the magic tool that they have seen me use that has transformed paper into so many interesting shapes and makes the greatest sound. Scissors are truly magical!
Listen to Your Grandmother and Mother?
The women in my family are fiercely independent. The type of women who owned their own homes back when women didn’t own anything. They chopped their own wood, hauled the wood and started the fire. They were the women who protected their families during home invasions without a second thought to their own safety and left the would-be invaders running away from the 5’3” woman waving an axe, screaming “run, she’s insane”. The women who walked through 4 feet of snow to look for a straw for a dying relative who had cancer who couldn’t swallow in 1970 when straws weren’t found littering everything. These fiercely independent women who would protect their families yet be the most loving women when necessary.
Six Years Until a Date with a Glass of Merlot
Six years ago, I divorced what I thought was my best friend, what I thought was my true love, he was none of those. Together we did create a beautiful daughter who is still my pride and joy of my life. After the divorce was final, I tried dating. The first one was a friend I had known for 20 years, I always thought he was kind and always took care of others. He was also recently divorced, and I thought we have always gotten a long why not. Well, the first date started off with him showing me how to use a epi pen in case he needed it, it quickly went downhill from there. That was over.