Karla Bowen Herman
I've always wanted to be an author, ever since I was a little girl. Time has a way of flying by when you're raising a family. But, I've discovered you're never too old to start! May something I write someday, lift someone's heart.
Nine Songs Reflecting My Teenage Angst
The definition of angst is: “feelings of fear, anxiety, apprehension or insecurity.” At no time in our life do we feel angst perhaps as much as when we were teenagers. Oh, how I remember when I would play a song that “got me” over-and-over while I wallowed in my angst, as a teen! Below are the songs I remember that expressed my teen angst the most:
I Long For a Return of the 'Cary Grant Style’
Unless you’ve watched the TV Series “Mad Men”, you may not realize men used to dress so much more stylishly (and in my opinion, more attractively). The last time I was out about town, the only man I saw wearing a hat was a yellow baseball hat, turned the wrong way. Instead of being dressed up, he had a t-shirt with large letters that said, “Got Milk?” His look was completed with a gaudy chain and sloppy jeans that were three sizes too big; along with high-top tennis shoes in multiple colors. Both his hat and his sneakers looked like they would glow in the dark. Sexy? NOT! Oh, how I long for the day before t-shirts that are walking billboards; when men had class and style! If I could have one fashion wish, iit would be to bring back classy suits and Fedoras for men.
The Color of my Convictions
It makes me so blue whenever they say, “It’s just a phase she’s going through.” My world is gray because they insist,
How We Can Help the Oceans Even From a Land-locked State
I’m responsible for the oceans, even though I live in a land-locked state… Why? Every time water runs off my yard into the storm sewer, it eventually ends up in the ocean. The same goes for every time water runs down my sink drain. 94% of Earth’s wildlife is found in the ocean! So, what I do not only affects the water that covers 70% of Earth’s surface, it also affects most of the wildlife on Earth!
Russell Storm’s ignored conscience had become so calloused from decades of neglect, that it was hard as rock. Not just any rock… his conscience was as impenetrable as granite. Scratch as one might to tug at his cold heart for even a flicker of remorse or guilt; the only emotion that would scrape forth was amused annoyance. Such was the monster who hired 'Gretchen’s Murals’ to paint a dark and stormy night ocean scene onto his living room wall. Anybody else would have preferred a peaceful and pretty scene that brought to mind a warm sea breeze on a pleasant day. But, not Russell… He commissioned a dark tempest—a squall whose upheaval matched the uproar his disturbed soul craved to inflict.
Stuck in a Soda Pop Bottle
When I was young, soda pop only came in bottles. One day, I thought it would be clever to show off to my siblings a trick of how I could suck my upper lip inside the bottle top of my Mr. Pibb, then let go of the bottle and stretch my arms out, holding the entire weight of that Mr. Pibb with nothing but the amazing strength of my upper lip. “Ta da!” I managed to shout with just my teeth and my lower lip. "What a marvelous accomplishment,” I gleefully thought to myself. “This will give me bragging rights over my poor, lesser-accomplished siblings!” But my bravado came to a shrieking halt when when I suddenly realized—I was stuck!
My Merry-go-round Fail
At recess, the boys thought it was great fun to twirl the girls faster and faster on the merry-go-round, as we held on for dear life. It was a boy's wildest dream to send a girl sailing through the air, to her demise... Of course, I was the only girl who ever forgot you should NEVER let go. I don’t 100% recall why I let go after the merry-go-round had gathered too much speed… Looking back, that was just craziness on my part!
Pedal Pusher Picture Day
In 3rd grade, I wore some capris to school for the very first time; they were hand-me-downs from my cousin. (Of course, back then we called them “pedal pushers”.) As fate would have it, it happened to be Picture Day, the day I wore those pedal pushers. Not understanding that I was supposed to wear them with either anklets, bobby socks, or nothing besides flip-flops; I somehow managed to leave the house without Mama noticing that I had kicked off my flip-flops and pulled up really high fuzzy brown knee socks over the bottom of my red pedal pushers, so my legs wouldn’t get cold. “What kind of mother sends me to school with such high-water trousers?” I wondered.