Feature in Bored Panda regarding Dentist that I was interviewed for - by Terri Rimmer
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Fuchsia
The last time I saw you hangs in the form of a dress on my bedroom door. Dec. 2018 – your high school graduation. The last time I saw your face, spoke to you, if you can call it that, though we didn’t really have a conversation because you were (are) still mad at me, justifiably so since I broke your trust – something I swore I would never do. The fuchsia dress I wore to your winter graduation still hangs there as a symbol of loss, memories, embarrassment, regret, hope, (your middle name), and hopelessness. I can’t put it away for two reasons – my closet in the master bedroom has an underground water leak so there’s a horrible damp smell there. And my two closets in the spare room are full. But I don’t really want to put it away. Though it has been gathering dust, I keep it there as a reminder of when we last saw each other, that I got to see you graduate from high school after all you went through with your health for sixteen years, when, I believe, God chose to heal you after s...
Why Can't We Be Friends - by Terri Rimmer
When we met you were 13 and I was 9. You a bright, red-headed curious thing into skateboarding, swimming, biking, fishing, adventure, skipping school. Me, a shy, wallflower whose parents had just got divorced and now our parents had decided to plunge us together along with your brother, David and my sister Cindy on a weekend getaway at your dad Olen’s houseboat to get to know each other. It was the summer of 1975 and we piled into the back of Olen’s yellow Toyota truck with our suitcases, towels, snacks, coolers, games, drinks; etc. We had a blast at the lake that weekend, cooking out, driving motor boats, fishing, disco music blaring as we ran up and down the dock. And as the sun set that weekend and every weekend to follow where we would spend so much of our times there and the bait shop, memories were made to the tune of John Denver music which Olen and my mom loved and we all grew to love it, too. I remember the first weekend at Lake Lanier where the houseboat was ...