Helen Tootsi
Bio
Columnist, author, blogger and a copywriter.
Main scribbler at www.sodiumburn.com
Stories (5/0)
It's all Kevin McAllister's fault!
Spoiler alert: Santa is not real! Let us set the scene. It’s Christmas, one of those magical ones! It’s cold. Thick fluffy snow is softly falling outside. I can smell the roast in the oven and mom is kneading the dough for some cinnamon buns. I have a feeling; it will be a successful night! I walk to the living room and look at the Christmas tree. What is this? What ….I mean…what is going on? What are these …these….BAGS doing under the tree? I run to mom and complain.
By Helen Tootsi3 years ago in Humans
Lost & Found
Ah, remember those carefree days of your twenties? The times when hangovers didn’t seem to hurt, all clothes looked good on you and carbs were one’s friends? Perhaps you are still in your twenties, in which case, this story will be shared wisdom from an elder millennial. If you are in the 80’s kids club with me, you know that life happens. Let us be transferred to the beautiful pre-pandemic life, where unsolicited grinding, yelling into people’s faces at a crowded bar and dancing until feet gave in was known as just another Friday night. At the time when all of this happened, I lived in a quaint North London duplex with three roommates. Housemates, as they say in England. We were a fun bunch that occasionally hung out together. It was a cold January weekend in Angel. I had a friend visiting from out of town. A friend who was still undefined as whether they’d turn into a lifelong buddy or someone, I ended up dating. Ted and I had known one another for a while and my roommate Maddie seemed to get along with him just fine. As good youngsters, living their best lives in London would, we decided it was the night we’d hit the local little jazz bar nearby our place. Plan set and in motion, we were strutting towards the watering hole filled with glee.
By Helen Tootsi3 years ago in Confessions
The Eyes of Aunt Simone
Sun was peeking through the blinds as Maya Rikson opened her eyes. It was devilishly hot. Sheets stuck to her body, she knew it was time to get up. Another night filled with terrors and dreams of bizarre nightmares had worn her out. Was this how it was going to be from now on she wondered. Waking up soaked in her own perspiration questioning the reasons Aunt Simone chose her. Unemployed, just shy of 40, she couldn’t help but second guess her decision to walk away from a job and a man she loved. How could anyone choose her in this scenario?
By Helen Tootsi3 years ago in Families