Hmmm, what's over that ridge?
My oldest son's literary class recently had a reading. I was stunned. I've read a lot of his stories over the years and he always had good themes and ideas but the quality was so so. This was an very well written piece that he presented. At the same time it was his statement of independence from stupid adults (mainly his parents and step-parent). I won't try to explain it as I wouldn't do it justice. At the end of the night other people (parents included) told him how well they liked it. Three others, also, had very good readings including his girlfriend.
A few weeks earlier S told me he had a girlfriend. My first reaction was of elation - yea, S is in love! Then one of despair - oh, S is in love. I still remember my first breakup. The only feeling I had was of my heart breaking. And I thought, "Damn, the poets are right." And now S will face that some day. Life, good - bad, yin - yang, potato - potahto, can't stop it. I like the path he's on and I trust his sense of direction. And he seems to trust my map reading skills, but not the way I can torture an analogy.
A few weeks earlier S told me he had a girlfriend. My first reaction was of elation - yea, S is in love! Then one of despair - oh, S is in love. I still remember my first breakup. The only feeling I had was of my heart breaking. And I thought, "Damn, the poets are right." And now S will face that some day. Life, good - bad, yin - yang, potato - potahto, can't stop it. I like the path he's on and I trust his sense of direction. And he seems to trust my map reading skills, but not the way I can torture an analogy.