Suzanne V. Tanner
Reinvention wizard with the magic 2 uncover skills, business opportunities, side gigs and more buried deep inside your head. Incl the “how 2s” [email protected]
Yes, you gave us a parade and a celebration in March 2022. You tolerated our right to gather variously at other times, knowing you would cut us off at the knees as summer began. Jubilant, you are, confident that soon personhood will soon be eliminated for our crowd. More than one-half of humanity.
A Squished Bug
I know you too well — You were that black, obese, buzzing housefly circling my head that summer when I sat on Granny’s stoop — I smelled your stench — transferred from the pile of sheep manure towering and tucked — over at the left corner of the potato patch — I swatted your stink — you dive-bombed my ear — I slapped you dead with the power in my hand — thinking I finished you — I walked away — was that you intermittently whizzing on the cement — like a faulty electrical current — like an almost spent wind up toy, ready for the relaunch?
"Watch out with that hammer, or you will smash your fingers." How many times did I hear that warning? Even if the waves below the cliff where our cottage sat were super loud that day. The adults, like broken records, started with the “don't hurt yourself” exclamations.
Want to Create an eBook of Short Stories on Teenage Girl Breast Building?
Because aren't those memories the best? They are usually funny or insane or embarrassing or a million other things. No question, the journey of zero breasts to fully developed (whatever that might be) is universal and unique for all women.
On September 19th, the day of her first Brownie meeting, seven-year-old Fia disappeared. Minutes after 4:00pm, the pack leader, a woman named Brown Owl, invited all the sixes: the Gnomes, Imps, Pixies, Elves, and Sprites, to come forward and form the faerie circle.