I haven't posted in a long time. LIfe has been crazy. I have a new granddaughter, Danielle. And my step-dad died--the only dad I've had for the last 35 years. I've been fighting depression and trying to teach at the same time. It's been tough.
I have an essay about my two dads I'll share with you. But first, I want to share the bizarre dream I had last night. Maybe one of you dream analyzers can make sense of it.
the dream
I had a part in a movie that starred Alicia Silverstone, Mick Jagger, and Paul McCartney. I had very few scenes with the rockers, but I had several with Alicia. Alicia and I got into her convertable, she was driving, to pick something up and we got into an accident. I was sore and had whiplash, but was otherwise ok. Alicia was more hurt, or at least more reactive to the hurt, and she kept popping pain pills so we could keep filming.
Mick and Paul came and talked to me. They were really nice. THey answered my questions and acted like we were friends. They were worried about both of us.
Alicia had a reaction to her pain pills and went on an eating binge, eating a whole spinach wrapped turkey. The whole thing herself!
that's it.... then the alarm went off.
My essay:
http://ourvoicesmagazine.com/magazine/my-two-dads/