15 Day Blogger Challenge ~ Getting to Know the Blogger ~ Day 1

15 Day Blogger Challenge - Getting to Know the Blogger

This challenge is open to any and everyone who wants to get to know each other a little better in the blogosphere. I encourage you all to make this challenge your own. There is no special format to follow or rules on posting. Do your challenge in 1 day by answering all the questions at once or do it in 90 days. Just have fun!

Challenge Questions:

1. Introduction to this Challenge and tell us a little about yourself!
2. Where did you grow up? Small town or Big City?
3. What's some of your favorite memories from childhood?
4. What type of student were you in school?
5. Who was your closest friends as a teenager?
6. Where have you worked?
7. Has your life gone the way you expected it?
8. Tell us a bit about your family!
9. What are your goals? What are your hobbies?
10. Why did you start blogging and what is your blog about?
11. What are a couple of your favorite blog tools that you use?
12. Your top 5 posts and why you think they were successful.
13. 3 blogs you visit and read enthusiastically.
14. Social Networks/Blog Communities you want others to know you're a part of.
15. Closing and any upcoming posts or raffles you would like to share with us.

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Who Am I?

I am Damien and Dylan's mom. I am their buddy, their pal, their confidant, their disciplinarian. I am the person who bathed them, fed them, and powdered their bottoms. I am the person that they depended on for survival. I am the person that taught them how to walk, talk, and use the toilet. I am their advocate, and I helped them learn to stand up for themselves in times when backing down would be much, much easier. I am the person who has prepared them to leap from the nest every now and again before the day that will come when they leap just once more down their own paths and adventures. And, then, I will still be their mom, but lacking in their company and the endless responsibilities that consume my every day.

I am Darren's wife. I am his best friend, his balance, his equal, his intimate. I am committed to my life with him and bathe him in ceaseless doting. I am his lover, and together we reach the heights of passion and ecstasy and delve to the depths of the abyss in which to drown our sorrows. Together we share our thoughts, ideals, minds, values. I am the person that taught him not to fear love and how to trust. I am honest in my opinions and share with him even though we may not agree. I am his steadfast, loyal, devoted companion. I give him space when needed and join with him in our conquests of the obstacles in our lives. Together we are one power, but in his absence, I am still whole.

I am a daughter, a sister, a niece, an aunt, a granddaughter, and a friend. I confide, disclose, declare, confess. I am the person that will listen when an ear is needed. I use my words when advice is warranted. I am vigilant in my assertions and gentle in my opinions. I am a shoulder on which to cry and in need of a shoulder every now and again. I love, hold, cry, and remember. I am a caretaker, a friend, a master chef, and the life of the party. I am a wallflower drawn down in a corner and the nut hiding deep within its shell. I am just like the others and not like anyone else.

I am part of the people that permeate my innermost circles, and they a part of me. I carry them with me as I traverse my rocky path. At times they are the rocks on which I stub my toe, and others I am the sharp burr that penetrates their skin, but together concessions are made, and we smooth to tranquil pebbles, cool against the skin. I am a pocket of pebbles smoothed throughout the years. I learn and grow because of them and despite of them. I change, for I am malleable, complaisant, rebellious, consistent, erratic. I am common and conventional, embellished in my liberal eccentricities. I am a walking contradiction, a conformed antithesis to myself.

But, who am I?

The things that define me are the things that constrain me, as well as the things that allow me to run free. I am spiritual, one with nature, one against nature. I am a thinker, a student, a teacher, a philosopher.  I am rambunctious. I am meek. I am alone, surrounded by those who love me. I want only peace, harmony, love. I want love. I want love. I want love. I am at odds with myself.

But, who am I?

I am an entity filling space amongst atoms sitting upon atoms bound by a tiny charge. I am protons and electrons floating through air. I am flesh and blood with a heart that beats spreading the life-force throughout my limbs. I am the breath that rides upon the wind, without which I will cease. I am a stockpile of minerals that consume Earth, and to minerals, I will return. I am millions of cells held together by tissue bonds. I am a DNA code unique to myself. I am a collection of electrical impulses jumping from synapse to receptor. I am ideas, notions, impressions, feelings, judgments dangling from each dendrite in hopes of being noticed before lost forever. I am the neuron that charges every movement.

I am the frontal lobe, emotional, unpredictable, convergent. I am upper management and a disheveled mess. I am a wordsmith, a scribe, a pencil pusher. I am the parietal lobe, clumsy, awkward, graceful, elegant, steady, strong. I am the assemblage of all I see, perceive, catch from the corner of my eye. I am all that I hear and all that I am deaf to, the low hum of the world around me that I have long forgotten. I consist of every song, every word, every thought, every smell, every touch that has invaded my every sense. I am a multitude of memories, hopes, dreams, fantasies, realities. I am every award, every achievement, every goal conquered. I am every mistake I ever made.

But, who am I?

I honestly do not believe I can tell you, for I cannot even tell myself. The best I can say is that I am me.

Mrs. Lawrence Exeter’s Diary

August 30, 1903

Lawrence finally took me to the new baby store in town. He was so concerned about having me out in public in my ‘frail’ condition. However, he has been promising me for months and I convinced him if we did not go to the Goosie Gander Baby Shoppe soon, we would have to prepare one of the bureau drawers for the baby to sleep in. I was so excited to go. Lawrence helped me pick out the perfect layette, baby furniture, and Christening gown for the baby.

September 2, 1903

I am so excited that to be going home with the new baby today. I have been in here far too long, and the food in the cafeteria is not to be desired. We have yet to name our beautiful son, but I feel he should be named for his father. I haven’t much time to write because I must prepare to leave.

October 3, 1903

Dr. McCoy visited us today for my check-up and the check-up of little Lawrence Exeter, Jr. Dr. McCoy said Lawrence is a very healthy little boy, and I couldn’t be happier. As for me, Dr. McCoy is concerned about my health. He says I look seriously fatigued. Although I tried to convince him that I am just fine, Dr. McCoy gave me a vitamin elixir to supplement my diet in hopes that I feel better.

December 19, 1903

I swear my husband bought out the toy store today. He came home from the California Toyland Company with a cart full of boxes for Lawrence, Jr. I am so worried that my husband will spoil my little boy.

October 6, 1909

I had forgotten about my journal over the years. I guess little Lawrence has been keeping me too busy to write. I should have plenty of time to write now that my darling son will be going to school. Lawrence says that I have taught little Lawrence all I can at home, that it is time for him to go and learn how to be a respectable young man. I expect I will be quite lonely without little Larry around. Perhaps I will join the ladies auxiliary.

April 18, 1910

The snows have melted and Spring has rolled in at full force. The grass is green and the birds are singing. Today, I convinced Lawrence to by little Larry a bike to ride. Larry was telling me that just the other day his friend Alex got his first bicycle and they want to learn to ride bikes together. I think it is good that Larry is making friends.

August 26, 1915

It has been five years since my last journal entry. Larry has been keeping me on my toes. Just the other day, he and his friend Alex got into another fight at their school. They have both been permanently suspended from the school. In hopes that Larry will grow into the nice, well-rounded young man Lawrence and I wish him to become, we have decided to send him to the Columbia Military Academy. My heart is conflicted, but I know this is what is best for my young son.

September 3, 1921

Happy days, happy days! Young Larry has graduated from the military academy with honors. He plans on applying to Stanford University. Lawrence and I went to the Hollywood Cadillac Company this morning and put almost $4000 on a brand new Cadillac for our son. Larry should arrive home from school this weekend. He had agreed to help the Headmaster close the school for the break.

September 7, 1921

I have never been so scared in my entire life. Larry and his old pal Alex were out drinking to celebrate their newfound freedom. Larry took a corner too fast and flew headlong into a tree. I praise the Lord that both boys are fine, they just have a few bumps and bruises. Needless to say, Lawrence was none to happy when he got the bill from the Wilshire Auto Repair Service. It looks as if Larry will have to work off his debt to his father.

October 15, 1921

Larry is off to school today. I am glad he was accepted into Stanford. Alex will not be going to school there, so hopefully Larry will stay focused on his studies.

June 1, 1923

Larry has gotten himself in a bit of trouble. He has gotten mixed up with a young flapper that has told us she is with child, Larry’s child. Daisy says she has always aspired to be a famous Parisian dancer. Therefore, Lawrence and I have decided to offer her a sum of money to keep scandal from the Exeter name, travel on the exclusive French line, and an additional sum of money to be waiting for Miss Windsor upon the birth of her child. Daisy was so willing to take the money that I can see there must have been no serious feelings between our son and her. I know that Larry is quite smitten with her though. I am afraid that her departure will break his heart. I hope we have made the right decision for our son, and he will find love once again. Lord, forgive us for what we have done.

February 13, 1926

It has been three long years since Miss Windsor has left. She sent one letter after her departure informing us that she had given the child to a well to do Parisian family to raise. It seems the new mother, a wife of a doctor, was barren and could have no children of her own. I am glad that the baby is with a good family.

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and Larry is truly in love with a beautiful young woman. He has been seeing her for several months and asked his father if he could put some flowers on our tab at University Club for the young girl. I hope this girl is a keeper. She seems to be and comes from a very good family.

June 24, 1926

I am going to have a daughter-in-law! Two days ago Larry asked his girl to become Mrs. Lawrence Exeter, Jr., and Marie accepted. There is so much planning to do. I hope they waste no time having children. I look forward to being a grandmother soon.

August 11, 1926

As a wedding gift to the young couple, Lawrence and I purchased a newly built home for them in the trendy Riviera Heights. It will be close enough that I can visit often, but far enough away that Larry does not feel we are crowding them. Another reason we chose this area is that the location is right in-between Larry’s future in-laws and us. It is a beautiful house. I hope they like it.

October 30, 1926

Marie and I visited with the interior decorators today. We picked out all of the new and trendy décor for their future home. There will be marble tile in the entry way and imported hand carved mahogany accents throughout the home, including the banister and mantle piece. The house will be beautiful. I just hope it is finished before the wedding.

November 18, 1926

Lawrence took our son to the Beverly Diamond and Gift Shoppe this morning to pick up the custom made wedding set. Oh, the set is beautiful. Marie will be very happy. In just a few more days she will be my daughter-in-law, and I couldn’t be happy. We have become close since I first met her. I am sorry that I ever had my doubts about the young girl.

November 20, 1926

Larry, Lawrence, and I were at the Hawaii Steamship Company picking up the tickets for Larry and Marie’s honeymoon. From the back of the room, a young man yelled hello to Larry. It seems his old friend Alex has acquired a job as manager of the steamship company. Larry invited Alex and his wife to the wedding. I hope that Larry’s judgment is not clouded as it had been in the past while dealing with Alex. I should not judge; after all, Alex seems to be doing well for himself.

November 21, 1926

Larry was out late last night with his friend Alex. I was afraid this would happen. This morning, it seems, Larry has suddenly gotten cold feet. His father has offered Larry a substantial sum of money to convince him to keep his commitment. We have been talking to Larry all day about how important it is to both Larry and Marie that this commitment is seen through to the end. Hopefully, the money has convinced Larry to keep from shaming the Exeter name.

November 22, 1926

I am so glad that Larry has come to his senses. Alex must have known that we were upset with him because he did not show up to the wedding. Therefore, the wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. I am so happy that Marie is now part of our family. She is a wonderful addition to the Exeter name. The wedding ceremony was beautiful and lavish. Marie’s family spared no expense. The couple will be staying in the Ambassador Hotel before they leave for their Hawaiian honeymoon. Lawrence and I had rented the top two floors for the wedding party as well.

December 1, 1926

Lawrence and I decided that we would adorn Larry and Marie’s house with fresh cut flowers since the couple will be arriving to their new home for the first time today. We filled the home with lilies and roses, Marie’s favorite flowers. Lawrence also has decided to allow Larry to take over the business finances now that he is a responsible young man. I hope it is not too much responsibility too fast.

February 18, 1927

Marie and I had lunch today. She told me that Larry has joined the Coconut Grove Sweat Shoppe today. Apparently, it is one of those new and trendy health clubs. Marie said that Larry pays someone to lock his body in what they call a sweatbox. Only Larry’s head can be seen when he is in the box. It sounds like one of the most ridiculous ways to spend one’s money I think, but who am I to judge? I feel I am becoming out of touch with this younger generation.

July 16, 1927

Marie’s family held their annual Summer Ball today. Larry bought Marie the most beautiful canary yellow gown I have ever seen. He said the gown was imported to the Parisian Gown Shoppe directly from Paris. We all had such a wonderful time.

December 1, 1927

Marie and I went shopping today for new lingerie. She took me to this new lingerie salon, where they offer beauty treatments as well as the latest Parisian lingerie. The salon is owned my Marie’s friend Anita Wharton. I would have never thought that a woman would feel comfortable running a business like this, but I guess I am from a different generation. In my time, women did not run business; they stayed home and tended their families, as they rightfully should.

April 1, 1928

We attended the April Fool’s Day Ball with Larry, Marie, and Marie’s family. Marie was gorgeous, as usual, in her beautiful Parisian gown. This one was an apricot color, which made Marie look fair and glowing. I am not sure, but the young couple seemed more distant than usual this evening. I noticed they hardly spoke to one another and failed to dance with one another. I hope it is just one of those little bumps in the road all married couples run into when discovering marital bliss.

November 1, 1928

I overheard Larry speaking to his father about Marie’s spending. It seems my son had to pay a pretty hefty bill Marie had run up to a place called the Moderme Epostle Shoppe. I was glad to see my son, but his demeanor while speaking about Marie is disheartening. We do not see Larry often, and I have not seen Marie since the April Fool’s Ball. I hope the couple can work things out. I really have my heart set on being a grandmother, and would hate to see the failure of Larry and Marie’s marriage to sully the Exeter name.

July 2, 1929

Marie came to see me today. I was taken back from her visit, for he has not been to visit our home since Christmas. When we come to visit, she is otherwise occupied and does not come down stairs to visit. Marie apologized for her behavior. She explained that her failure to be with child has driven a wedge between herself and Larry. Marie told me that she has been depressed since the doctor suggested that she might be barren. The poor girl cried as she let slip a devastating accusation. Marie said her friend Anita’s lingerie shop is located across the street from The Bootery, a woman’s shoe store. Apparently, Anita informed Marie that Larry was seen going into the store yesterday and leaving with a gift-wrapped package. When Marie did not receive the package, she began to feel that the shoes were bought for some other woman. I truly hope she is wrong.

August 23, 1929

Larry came to visit his father behind closed doors this morning. Soon after their private discussion with one another, a young man named Hans Jungen arrived. He joined Larry and Lawrence in the study and had a lengthy heated discussion behind closed doors. I could not make out what they were speaking of, so I continued to work on my needlepoint by the window. The discussion quietened down, and the young man left the house with a smile on his face.

August 30, 1929

Hans Jungen came to the house again today. He said he was to meet Lawrence and Larry at one o’clock. I informed the young man that he was early, and the gentlemen had not arrived yet. I looked at this time as an opportunity to get to the bottom of this. I asked young Hans what his occupation was. He informed me that he was a private investigator. I was instantly intrigued, for I had never met a private investigator. I asked the man what the nature of his visit was, and he informed me he was not inclined to divulge that information to me. I was astounded that the young man would treat me in such a manner in my own home.

May 26, 1930

Marie came to me today, just as distraught as she was last July. It seems that Larry and Alex were seen buying flowers at the University Club Florists. At first I was confused as to why this was upsetting to Marie, then she said that she received no flowers from Larry the day before. I convinced her that Larry must have been carrying flowers for Alex to take to his wife. She reluctantly accepted my suggestion and returned home. I am, however, very worried about the mysterious circumstances surrounding my family.

May 28, 1930

Larry came to visit beaming from ear to ear. He said he had wonderful news for us. I was instantly excited that Marie must be with child. Unfortunately, that is not the case. It seems that Larry has asked a Miss Geniveve Widson to marry him. He does not seem to remember that he is still married to Marie. I asked Larry about his marriage, and he told me that he and Marie do not talk very much any more. He said that he plans to divorce Marie so that he can begin his life with Miss Widson.

November 13, 1930

Lawrence told me that Larry gave a large sum of money to Miss Widson today since she has no dowry of her own. It seems the young girl comes from a disreputable family.  Larry swears they were fairly well off until the stock market crash last year. I have failed to put much stock in what Larry says anymore. Since he had moved out of his home with Susan, Larry looks unkempt and unhealthy. I fear he is taking too many medication prescribed by his doctor.

November 14, 1930

Lawrence and I went with Larry to see our lawyer Mr. Wall. Larry paid for his retainer, and we made sure that they knew what kind of divorce decree would be acceptable. Larry will be sending Marie some money tomorrow to secure her living expenses for the next several months. I hope this mess does not bring too much same to the family.

June 20, 1931

It has been a long day, but I am glad we can finally put this mess behind us. Larry and Marie met with the judge today. Larry was ordered to pay Marie a sum of one hundred and seventy five dollars for a settlement. Because of Larry’s infidelities, he was also ordered to pay the court fees, his lawyer’s fees, and Marie’s lawyer’s fees. Of course, Marie had the finest lawyers in the county to represent her. I know the judge and Mr. Walker, Sr. are close friends and feel the judge may have been biased in his decision. I should say something, but I am ready to get this all behind us.

July 2, 1931

Hans Jungen was at our home again yesterday. I have seen him since before Larry’s announcement of his engagement to Geniveve. I was quite surprised to see Hans back at our home this morning. Larry was arrived soon after, wrote Hans a check, and escorted him out of the door. I asked Larry if Hans had been blackmailing him when we saw him last, and if he were blackmailing him again. Larry told me that he gets so tempted when he and Alex are out on the town, and he acts in a manner that is not normal for him. He said not to worry, that his new bride is not the least bit suspicious.

July 4, 1931

Geniveve came to visit me today. She said that Larry had not arrived home since he left with a Mr. Peter Williams last night. Geniveve told me that she went to Alex and Andrea’s home to see if they had heard from Larry. Andrea informed Geniveve that Alex no long goes out with Larry since Larry had taken him to an opium bar. Andrea accused Larry of being a bad influence and said that he has been “chasing the dragon” for quite a while.

July 5, 1931

Larry was found by a peace officer half-dead in the alley of a disreputable part of town. We checked him into the Hollywood Hospital that he was born. Dr. McCoy says it is a wait and see game that we must play. The next few hours are crucial. I pray to God that my son will be fine.

July 15, 1931

It has been ten days since Larry entered the hospital. He looks much better than when we brought him in. Geniveve and I met with Dr. McCoy this morning. He notified us that Larry is not out of the woods yet. He said that Larry just does not seem to be gaining weight the way he should. Dr. McCoy is worried that Larry has lost his will to live.

July 16, 1931

I blame myself for Larry’s death. I thought he had gotten over Daisy years ago. It seemed that his life was back on track after Daisy’s departure to France. Larry told me last night that he never got over losing Daisy and his son. His last words to me were, “Tell them I love them. I always have, and I always will.” Geniveve cringed when Larry spoke the words, and she cried as she turned and walked out of the door. Geniveve does not plan to attend the funeral. Lawrence and I made the arrangements this morning. I don’t think anything could ever prepare me of the loss of my son. I pray that God forgive Larry for how he had chosen to live his life, and may God forgive me for planting the seed that inevitably poisoned my son’s heart and eventually took his life.

Who Is Alice?

The novel, Go Ask Alice edited by Beatrice (Mathews) Sparks leaves one to ponder, “who is Alice?” Is she a real teen, a combination of many of Sparks’ clients, or is she just an updated version of Lewis Carroll’s Alice In Wonderland? This novel tells the reader they are reading the diary of an anonymous teenaged girl, but critics are skeptical. These questions are just a few of the many controversial questions surrounding the book, and are the few questions to be addressed here.

First, the editor Beatrice Sparks is the center of much debate. Sparks is a writer, who had her first book, Key to Happiness, published in 1967 after being a youth counselor for twelve years. Sparks states, “Since 1955 I have been working with kids who have problems. I have found them at Utah State Mental Hospital, at Brigham Young University, and at seminars and youth conferences.” Therefore, before the publication of the book, Sparks heard many stories which she would be able to draw from in order to create the characters and plots of her so-called diaries. One major flaw in Go Ask Alice is the insightfulness of this fifteen to seventeen year old. For instance, Alice writes in her diary, “But real friendship can’t be built on sympathy and a hanging-on to someone just to keep from drowning. It has to be built on mutual likes and abilities, and, yes, even backgrounds.” So, are these words the words of a teenager or the words of Sparks herself? Furthermore, it is highly unlikely that every single cliché about drug use happened to this one girl in such a short period of time. It is also unlikely that a drug user would be so elegant in her story telling or coherent enough the very next day to share such a vivid picture. Even more unusual is that the young girl remembers all of the events that happened while using the drugs. It seems that Sparks has taken many different stories from many different young drug users and piled them into one solitary young woman.

Second, it seems the title, Go Ask Alice has come from the 1967 Jefferson Airplane song, “White Rabbit.” The song was in the minds of most teenagers in 1971 due to its popularity. Few people however, fail to look at the copyright page of the book, which states, “The title of Go Ask Alice taken from “White Rabbit,” written by Grace slick.” Not only is the title of the novel the same as the fifth line of the song, but also a few similarities between the song and the novel can be found. The song starts out with, “One pill makes you larger / And one pill makes you small / And the ones that mother gives you / Don’t do anything at all” (lines 1-4). Similarly, our protagonist, Alice divulges to her diary that doing drugs makes her feel uninhibited to the point that she danced around the room. It seems that this drug has made Alice feel large. Likewise, LSD has made Alice feel small. Although she feels she is part of everything, she could not hold on to the “true thing” she had found (Sparks, 32). Alice states that she “couldn’t talk at all and slumped back onto the floor” (Sparks, 33). Later Alice states the tranquilizers that her mother takes her to get do nothing for her. For a matter of fact, Alice writes that she must take two or three of the tranquilizers in order to feel any effect. Considering there are many similarities between the protagonist of the book and the Jefferson Airplane song, it was wise for Sparks to use Go Ask Alice as the title. The title helped the book draw attention, boost sales, and continue to attract readers.

Since the Alice in “White Rabbit” was based on Lewis Carroll’s novel Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, it is possible that Sparks’ Alice is based on the novel as well. It seems there are a few similarities between the two characters as well. In Carroll’s book, Alice states, “I wonder if I’ve changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different… Who in the world am I?” (10). Alice seems to be going through an identity crisis, which is a common feeling of many youngsters. Similarly, Sparks’ Alice seems to not be very secure in her identity. She writes, “Even now I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books” (Sparks, 5). Interestingly enough, Sparks’ Alice compares herself to Carroll’s protagonist and questions whether or not it is possible that “Lewis G. Carroll was on drugs too” (36). Other similarities include Alice’s first time to be slipped LSD. She is at first frightened and thinks that she is being poisoned. Before Carroll’s Alice drinks from the first bottle, she inspects the bottle to make sure it is not poisoned. Both characters continue to follow along with the crowd so that they fit in. In addition, both characters have an undeniable need for companionship due to their loneliness. Toward the end of both books, the girls decide that they will share what they have learned with others. Carroll’s Alice decides she will tell her stories to her grandchildren, and Sparks’ Alice decides that she does not need her diary anymore. She feels if she ever needs to share her stories, thoughts, or experiences, she will be able to share them with her friends and family.

Regardless of the many similarities between the novels, as well as discrepancies in Go Ask Alice, the novel is appropriate for a young adult audience. Remembering back to the first time I read the novel, I thought I was reading a true story. Of course, I was part of the intended audience at that time. The novel helped me to understand that the drug scene was frightening, and not something that I wanted to be a part of. The protagonist is one that many young women can relate to. Like many women her age, Alice is having trouble finding her place in society. She makes some bad choices, and struggles with her family. Alice is an average student that did not set out to end up dieing at such a young age. So, again I ask who is Alice? There is a bit of Alice in all young women. The novel is packed full of stereotypical teenage problems that every female reader can relate to at one point or another. It is, however, important for everyone to remember Alice is a fictional character. The proof is given on the copyright page of the book, which states, “This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to the actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.” This leads to another important question. If Go Ask Alice is fictitious, who is the author? Beatrice Sparks is the only person with the answer, and she is not telling. No matter who Alice is, though controversial, the book has been well received.

Works Cited

Carroll, Lewis. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass. New York: Bantam Dell, 1981.

Contemporary Authors Online. “Beatrice (Mathews) Sparks.” Thomson Gale. 2005.

Jefferson Airplane. “White Rabbit.” By Grace Slick. Surrealistic Pillow. Copper Penny Music. 1967.

Sparks, Beatrice. Ed. Go Ask Alice. New York: Simon Pulse, 2006.

Mrs. Lawrence Exeter’s Diary

August 30, 1903

Lawrence finally took me to the new baby store in town. He was so concerned about having me out in public in my ‘frail’ condition. However, he has been promising me for months and I convinced him if we did not go to the Goosie Gander Baby Shoppe soon, we would have to prepare one of the bureau drawers for the baby to sleep in. I was so excited to go. Lawrence helped me pick out the perfect layette, baby furniture, and Christening gown for the baby.

September 2, 1903

I am so excited that to be going home with the new baby today. I have been in here far too long, and the food in the cafeteria is not to be desired. We have yet to name our beautiful son, but I feel he should be named for his father. I haven’t much time to write because I must prepare to leave.

October 3, 1903

Dr. McCoy visited us today for my check-up and the check-up of little Lawrence Exeter, Jr. Dr. McCoy said Lawrence is a very healthy little boy, and I couldn’t be happier. As for me, Dr. McCoy is concerned about my health. He says I look seriously fatigued. Although I tried to convince him that I am just fine, Dr. McCoy gave me a vitamin elixir to supplement my diet in hopes that I feel better.

December 19, 1903

I swear my husband bought out the toy store today. He came home from the California Toyland Company with a cart full of boxes for Lawrence, Jr. I am so worried that my husband will spoil my little boy.

October 6, 1909

I had forgotten about my journal over the years. I guess little Lawrence has been keeping me too busy to write. I should have plenty of time to write now that my darling son will be going to school. Lawrence says that I have taught little Lawrence all I can at home, that it is time for him to go and learn how to be a respectable young man. I expect I will be quite lonely without little Larry around. Perhaps I will join the ladies auxiliary.

April 18, 1910

The snows have melted and Spring has rolled in at full force. The grass is green and the birds are singing. Today, I convinced Lawrence to by little Larry a bike to ride. Larry was telling me that just the other day his friend Alex got his first bicycle and they want to learn to ride bikes together. I think it is good that Larry is making friends.

August 26, 1915

It has been five years since my last journal entry. Larry has been keeping me on my toes. Just the other day, he and his friend Alex got into another fight at their school. They have both been permanently suspended from the school. In hopes that Larry will grow into the nice, well-rounded young man Lawrence and I wish him to become, we have decided to send him to the Columbia Military Academy. My heart is conflicted, but I know this is what is best for my young son.

September 3, 1921

Happy days, happy days! Young Larry has graduated from the military academy with honors. He plans on applying to Stanford University. Lawrence and I went to the Hollywood Cadillac Company this morning and put almost $4000 on a brand new Cadillac for our son. Larry should arrive home from school this weekend. He had agreed to help the Headmaster close the school for the break.

September 7, 1921

I have never been so scared in my entire life. Larry and his old pal Alex were out drinking to celebrate their newfound freedom. Larry took a corner too fast and flew headlong into a tree. I praise the Lord that both boys are fine, they just have a few bumps and bruises. Needless to say, Lawrence was none to happy when he got the bill from the Wilshire Auto Repair Service. It looks as if Larry will have to work off his debt to his father.

October 15, 1921

Larry is off to school today. I am glad he was accepted into Stanford. Alex will not be going to school there, so hopefully Larry will stay focused on his studies.

June 1, 1923

Larry has gotten himself in a bit of trouble. He has gotten mixed up with a young flapper that has told us she is with child, Larry’s child. Daisy says she has always aspired to be a famous Parisian dancer. Therefore, Lawrence and I have decided to offer her a sum of money to keep scandal from the Exeter name, travel on the exclusive French line, and an additional sum of money to be waiting for Miss Windsor upon the birth of her child. Daisy was so willing to take the money that I can see there must have been no serious feelings between our son and her. I know that Larry is quite smitten with her though. I am afraid that her departure will break his heart. I hope we have made the right decision for our son, and he will find love once again. Lord, forgive us for what we have done.

February 13, 1926

It has been three long years since Miss Windsor has left. She sent one letter after her departure informing us that she had given the child to a well to do Parisian family to raise. It seems the new mother, a wife of a doctor, was barren and could have no children of her own. I am glad that the baby is with a good family.

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and Larry is truly in love with a beautiful young woman. He has been seeing her for several months and asked his father if he could put some flowers on our tab at University Club for the young girl. I hope this girl is a keeper. She seems to be and comes from a very good family.

June 24, 1926

I am going to have a daughter-in-law! Two days ago Larry asked his girl to become Mrs. Lawrence Exeter, Jr., and Marie accepted. There is so much planning to do. I hope they waste no time having children. I look forward to being a grandmother soon.

August 11, 1926

As a wedding gift to the young couple, Lawrence and I purchased a newly built home for them in the trendy Riviera Heights. It will be close enough that I can visit often, but far enough away that Larry does not feel we are crowding them. Another reason we chose this area is that the location is right in-between Larry’s future in-laws and us. It is a beautiful house. I hope they like it.

October 30, 1926

Marie and I visited with the interior decorators today. We picked out all of the new and trendy décor for their future home. There will be marble tile in the entry way and imported hand carved mahogany accents throughout the home, including the banister and mantle piece. The house will be beautiful. I just hope it is finished before the wedding.

November 18, 1926

Lawrence took our son to the Beverly Diamond and Gift Shoppe this morning to pick up the custom made wedding set. Oh, the set is beautiful. Marie will be very happy. In just a few more days she will be my daughter-in-law, and I couldn’t be happy. We have become close since I first met her. I am sorry that I ever had my doubts about the young girl.

November 20, 1926

Larry, Lawrence, and I were at the Hawaii Steamship Company picking up the tickets for Larry and Marie’s honeymoon. From the back of the room, a young man yelled hello to Larry. It seems his old friend Alex has acquired a job as manager of the steamship company. Larry invited Alex and his wife to the wedding. I hope that Larry’s judgment is not clouded as it had been in the past while dealing with Alex. I should not judge; after all, Alex seems to be doing well for himself.

November 21, 1926

Larry was out late last night with his friend Alex. I was afraid this would happen. This morning, it seems, Larry has suddenly gotten cold feet. His father has offered Larry a substantial sum of money to convince him to keep his commitment. We have been talking to Larry all day about how important it is to both Larry and Marie that this commitment is seen through to the end. Hopefully, the money has convinced Larry to keep from shaming the Exeter name.

November 22, 1926

I am so glad that Larry has come to his senses. Alex must have known that we were upset with him because he did not show up to the wedding. Therefore, the wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. I am so happy that Marie is now part of our family. She is a wonderful addition to the Exeter name. The wedding ceremony was beautiful and lavish. Marie’s family spared no expense. The couple will be staying in the Ambassador Hotel before they leave for their Hawaiian honeymoon. Lawrence and I had rented the top two floors for the wedding party as well.

December 1, 1926

Lawrence and I decided that we would adorn Larry and Marie’s house with fresh cut flowers since the couple will be arriving to their new home for the first time today. We filled the home with lilies and roses, Marie’s favorite flowers. Lawrence also has decided to allow Larry to take over the business finances now that he is a responsible young man. I hope it is not too much responsibility too fast.

February 18, 1927

Marie and I had lunch today. She told me that Larry has joined the Coconut Grove Sweat Shoppe today. Apparently, it is one of those new and trendy health clubs. Marie said that Larry pays someone to lock his body in what they call a sweatbox. Only Larry’s head can be seen when he is in the box. It sounds like one of the most ridiculous ways to spend one’s money I think, but who am I to judge? I feel I am becoming out of touch with this younger generation.

July 16, 1927

Marie’s family held their annual Summer Ball today. Larry bought Marie the most beautiful canary yellow gown I have ever seen. He said the gown was imported to the Parisian Gown Shoppe directly from Paris. We all had such a wonderful time.

December 1, 1927

Marie and I went shopping today for new lingerie. She took me to this new lingerie salon, where they offer beauty treatments as well as the latest Parisian lingerie. The salon is owned my Marie’s friend Anita Wharton. I would have never thought that a woman would feel comfortable running a business like this, but I guess I am from a different generation. In my time, women did not run business; they stayed home and tended their families, as they rightfully should.

April 1, 1928

We attended the April Fool’s Day Ball with Larry, Marie, and Marie’s family. Marie was gorgeous, as usual, in her beautiful Parisian gown. This one was an apricot color, which made Marie look fair and glowing. I am not sure, but the young couple seemed more distant than usual this evening. I noticed they hardly spoke to one another and failed to dance with one another. I hope it is just one of those little bumps in the road all married couples run into when discovering marital bliss.

November 1, 1928

I overheard Larry speaking to his father about Marie’s spending. It seems my son had to pay a pretty hefty bill Marie had run up to a place called the Moderme Epostle Shoppe. I was glad to see my son, but his demeanor while speaking about Marie is disheartening. We do not see Larry often, and I have not seen Marie since the April Fool’s Ball. I hope the couple can work things out. I really have my heart set on being a grandmother, and would hate to see the failure of Larry and Marie’s marriage to sully the Exeter name.

July 2, 1929

Marie came to see me today. I was taken back from her visit, for he has not been to visit our home since Christmas. When we come to visit, she is otherwise occupied and does not come down stairs to visit. Marie apologized for her behavior. She explained that her failure to be with child has driven a wedge between herself and Larry. Marie told me that she has been depressed since the doctor suggested that she might be barren. The poor girl cried as she let slip a devastating accusation. Marie said her friend Anita’s lingerie shop is located across the street from The Bootery, a woman’s shoe store. Apparently, Anita informed Marie that Larry was seen going into the store yesterday and leaving with a gift-wrapped package. When Marie did not receive the package, she began to feel that the shoes were bought for some other woman. I truly hope she is wrong.

August 23, 1929

Larry came to visit his father behind closed doors this morning. Soon after their private discussion with one another, a young man named Hans Jungen arrived. He joined Larry and Lawrence in the study and had a lengthy heated discussion behind closed doors. I could not make out what they were speaking of, so I continued to work on my needlepoint by the window. The discussion quietened down, and the young man left the house with a smile on his face.

August 30, 1929

Hans Jungen came to the house again today. He said he was to meet Lawrence and Larry at one o’clock. I informed the young man that he was early, and the gentlemen had not arrived yet. I looked at this time as an opportunity to get to the bottom of this. I asked young Hans what his occupation was. He informed me that he was a private investigator. I was instantly intrigued, for I had never met a private investigator. I asked the man what the nature of his visit was, and he informed me he was not inclined to divulge that information to me. I was astounded that the young man would treat me in such a manner in my own home.

May 26, 1930

Marie came to me today, just as distraught as she was last July. It seems that Larry and Alex were seen buying flowers at the University Club Florists. At first I was confused as to why this was upsetting to Marie, then she said that she received no flowers from Larry the day before. I convinced her that Larry must have been carrying flowers for Alex to take to his wife. She reluctantly accepted my suggestion and returned home. I am, however, very worried about the mysterious circumstances surrounding my family.

May 28, 1930

Larry came to visit beaming from ear to ear. He said he had wonderful news for us. I was instantly excited that Marie must be with child. Unfortunately, that is not the case. It seems that Larry has asked a Miss Geniveve Widson to marry him. He does not seem to remember that he is still married to Marie. I asked Larry about his marriage, and he told me that he and Marie do not talk very much any more. He said that he plans to divorce Marie so that he can begin his life with Miss Widson.

November 13, 1930

Lawrence told me that Larry gave a large sum of money to Miss Widson today since she has no dowry of her own. It seems the young girl comes from a disreputable family.  Larry swears they were fairly well off until the stock market crash last year. I have failed to put much stock in what Larry says anymore. Since he had moved out of his home with Susan, Larry looks unkempt and unhealthy. I fear he is taking too many medication prescribed by his doctor.

November 14, 1930

Lawrence and I went with Larry to see our lawyer Mr. Wall. Larry paid for his retainer, and we made sure that they knew what kind of divorce decree would be acceptable. Larry will be sending Marie some money tomorrow to secure her living expenses for the next several months. I hope this mess does not bring too much same to the family.

June 20, 1931

It has been a long day, but I am glad we can finally put this mess behind us. Larry and Marie met with the judge today. Larry was ordered to pay Marie a sum of one hundred and seventy five dollars for a settlement. Because of Larry’s infidelities, he was also ordered to pay the court fees, his lawyer’s fees, and Marie’s lawyer’s fees. Of course, Marie had the finest lawyers in the county to represent her. I know the judge and Mr. Walker, Sr. are close friends and feel the judge may have been biased in his decision. I should say something, but I am ready to get this all behind us.

July 2, 1931

Hans Jungen was at our home again yesterday. I have seen him since before Larry’s announcement of his engagement to Geniveve. I was quite surprised to see Hans back at our home this morning. Larry was arrived soon after, wrote Hans a check, and escorted him out of the door. I asked Larry if Hans had been blackmailing him when we saw him last, and if he were blackmailing him again. Larry told me that he gets so tempted when he and Alex are out on the town, and he acts in a manner that is not normal for him. He said not to worry, that his new bride is not the least bit suspicious.

July 4, 1931

Geniveve came to visit me today. She said that Larry had not arrived home since he left with a Mr. Peter Williams last night. Geniveve told me that she went to Alex and Andrea’s home to see if they had heard from Larry. Andrea informed Geniveve that Alex no long goes out with Larry since Larry had taken him to an opium bar. Andrea accused Larry of being a bad influence and said that he has been “chasing the dragon” for quite a while.

July 5, 1931

Larry was found by a peace officer half-dead in the alley of a disreputable part of town. We checked him into the Hollywood Hospital that he was born. Dr. McCoy says it is a wait and see game that we must play. The next few hours are crucial. I pray to God that my son will be fine.

July 15, 1931

It has been ten days since Larry entered the hospital. He looks much better than when we brought him in. Geniveve and I met with Dr. McCoy this morning. He notified us that Larry is not out of the woods yet. He said that Larry just does not seem to be gaining weight the way he should. Dr. McCoy is worried that Larry has lost his will to live.

July 16, 1931

I blame myself for Larry’s death. I thought he had gotten over Daisy years ago. It seemed that his life was back on track after Daisy’s departure to France. Larry told me last night that he never got over losing Daisy and his son. His last words to me were, “Tell them I love them. I always have, and I always will.” Geniveve cringed when Larry spoke the words, and she cried as she turned and walked out of the door. Geniveve does not plan to attend the funeral. Lawrence and I made the arrangements this morning. I don’t think anything could ever prepare me of the loss of my son. I pray that God forgive Larry for how he had chosen to live his life, and may God forgive me for planting the seed that inevitably poisoned my son’s heart and eventually took his life.

The Cultural and Psychological Influence of “Paint It Black”

Music is influential on culture.  It is the highway to man’s soul.  Manish Soni states in his book Mystic Chords that, “music in its highest form has the power to tap into undiscovered depths of the soul, and from those depths to exhume hidden psychic contents that can now serve as beacons to light our way” (232). Music has the tendency to be balance in one’s consciousness.  Songs, such as “Paint It Black,” are about man’s search for this balance.  Because of this search, all people have many songs that they can relate to. In essence, music makes us feel.  As Soni puts it, “music has enormous potential to restore balance and harmony on a large scale, and to act as a healing balm to the wounded soul of modern man” (232).  One band stands out from the rest when healing these wounded souls.  This band is The Rolling Stones.

No other band in the history of rock and roll has been as influential to culture as The Rolling Stones, “whose music derived from the black blues tradition” (Rock).  For over forty years, this band has inspired and continues to inspire the masses.  According to Funk & Wagnall’s New World Encyclopedia, “no other band has matched their combination of popularity, longevity, and productivity, and no group aside from the Beatles has wielded greater influence on the development of rock music.”  Artists such as Chuck Berry, U2, and Vanessa Carlton all have admired the Rolling Stones.  These artists’ admiration varies from giving the band praise to doing a tribute to the band by using one of their many songs.  While speaking of Chuck Berry’s praise to Keith Richards, David Leishman quotes Berry as saying, “Why, you sure can play some pretty chords for a rock and roller” (47). Sixteen of the artists that have chosen to do a tribute to The Rolling Stones chose “Paint It Black” as the song to use (SING365).

“Paint it Black” is a well written reflection of the time it was released.  The song was released in 1966 during the Vietnam War era.  As told by the Columbia Encyclopedia, “the 1960s music mirrored the tensions of the Vietnam War era and played an important part of American culture”. Is “Paint It Black” a song about the oppression of man’s soul?  Susan Stamberg believes that it is a song about rebellion and non-conformity.  As Stamberg states, “from brooding moans to angry shouts, ‘Paint It Black’ is about menace.”  Is it a song about the loss of a loved one and the mourning that follows?  This song makes me feel that Mick Jagger and Keith Richards must have been dealing with a lot of depression at the time. Depression is one of the five stages of grieving.  Most of the five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) are echoed in this song.  However, there is one which has been excluded.  This stage is denial.  I believe that Jagger and Richards of The Rolling Stones must have looked around at all of the loss that a great deal of people from many countries must have endured during the Vietnam War.  Perhaps they too had lost a loved one during this senseless war.  Being born during the war and raised to witness the repercussions of the war, I found it quite easy to relate to this song.

No matter when a person was born, he or she can still relate to “Paint It Black”.  Susan Stamberg states that the song “starts with satire, then pumps that driving, grinding, thumping machine-like rhythm behind Mick Jagger’s vocals.”  This rhythm that Stamberg speaks of is derived from the trochaic tetrameter and heroic couplets with which Jagger and Richards filled “Paint It Black.”  Stamberg also declares that the song “became an anthem of sorts” and “went further into nihilistic rage.”  In general, the song tells about loss whether it be due to the Vietnam War or some other cause.  However the phrase, “I could not foresee this thing happening to you” gives me the sense that this death was sudden and not due to a long, drawn-out illness (line 14).  My opinion is that after the loss of the loved one, the writers basically state, although the world is bright and colorful, let me mourn.  They do this by saying; “I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes/I have to turn my head until my darkness goes” (lines 3-4).  These lines remind me of how I feel when I am down.  I know the world is filled with beauty; but if depressed, I prefer to lock myself in a dark room.  I shut myself off from the rest of the world until my depression is gone.  When enlightening us about The Rolling Stones during the 1960s, Funk & Wagnall’s states “the band both exploited and represented some of the darker forces of the decade.”  These forces are well represented in line 9 which says, “I look inside myself and see my heart is black.”  I believe that Jagger and Richards are saying that I have no room for anything in my heart right now.  My heart, for now, is cold and I need to mourn.  There is no room for love for anyone else at this moment.  I feel when the writers say; “I see my red door and it has been painted black” they are saying, I have closed the door to my heart and no one is getting in (line 10).  This is a typical stage of grief when one has lost someone close to them.

Another basic stage of grief is bargaining.  This can be recognized by the longing for one’s lost love.  In the process of longing, the person tends to wish they could be together again.  This is also indicated in the song by stating; “Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts” (line 11).  To sum up what Jagger and Richards are saying, is that maybe I could just die.  If I did, then I will not have to deal with this loss.  It is very hard to accept the loss of someone close.  Acceptance is the last stage of grieving.  The song plainly demonstrates the level of difficulty of acceptance by stating, “It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black” (line 12). In other words, when you are mourning, it hurts to accept your loss.

In “Paint It Black,” there is also a sense of animosity for everyone that is happy, while the lyricists mourn.  This resentment is clearly stated in lines 5-8, “I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black/With flowers and my love, both never to come back/I see people turn their heads and quickly look away/Like a newborn baby it just happens ev’ryday.” I feel that Jagger and Richards are saying how dare you all ignore this funeral procession!  Lines 5-8 could also be thought of as a political statement as well.  Politically speaking, the two bards could be declaring that people are so used to the everyday loss from the Vietnam War that they do not even stop to pay their respects. The people just go on about their business because, during the war, this was an everyday occurrence.  After all, life does go on.

There is a sign of acceptance and a glimmer of hope in the song as well.  I feel that the writers are trying to say, if I cannot be with you, then I will see you in my dreams.  If we cannot be together in the real world, we can be together and happy in my mind.  This will do for now, until we can be together.  This is my idea of what, “If I look hard enough into the setting sun/My love will laugh with me before the morning comes” means (lines 15-16).

“Paint It Black” is an inspirational song.  It inspires people to make a change.  Inspiration is defined by Webster’s Dictionary as, “the stimulation within the mind of some idea, feeling or impulse which leads to creative action” (102).  Inspirational does not always mean bright and cheery as most people believe.  This inspired need to change stems from man’s struggle with himself.  It is spawned from his loss of balance between culture and his own spirituality.  As Soni wrote, “the machines that man has created have transformed the conditions of human existence, but the inner world of spirit and self has been allowed to stagnate and decay” (229).  Could this have been the loss that Jagger and Richards were singing about?  If so, this could be why many look at “Paint It Black” as “rage” and “menace” (Stamberg).  Life is man against the machine.  It is man against his own makings.

The psychological aspects to “Paint It Black” are very significant.  An inspirational song like this is most often a reflection of the artists’ inner-being.  As Soni states, “the struggle for increasing consciousness and freedom from the unconscious is imperative” (225).  Many psychologists believe that this kind of struggle is what makes one’s personality.  They believe that born from this personality is one’s own creativity.  According to Soni, “the unearthing of images and symbols deep in the collective psyche…has long been the realm of bards and poets…true visionaries of popular music have provided contemporary interpretations of universal ideas and themes…” (230). Whether we want to paint the world black or a bright yellow, music inspires us to make changes in our world and influences changes in our lives.

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“Inspiration.” Def. Webster’s Dictionary. New and Expanded ed. 1993.

Leishman, David. “Rolling Forward Rolling Back.” Guitar Player 30.2 (Feb 1996): 45-50.

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What Would Happen If Aristotle, Plato, and Marilyn, the Modern Day Feminist Went to Watch Iron Man Together?

Aristotle: Now that was a good movie. Tony Stark was a great tragic hero. His unfortunate circumstances happened because he was a good man, who was trying to do the right thing. However, Stark had a hamartia that could not save him from his fate.

Plato: No, no, no, no. Iron Man was an awful movie. It did not praise the gods. Tony Stark is just a comic book hero, not a god. This movie should not have been allowed to be made. Furthermore, Tony Stark is not a true hero! He is fictional, and fictional heroes keep people from seeing the truth. Movies should only be made about real heroes, not fictional ones.

Marilyn: Well, you two can argue all you want about whether or not Tony is a hero. I really don’t think I like the man. In the beginning of the movie, he objectified the women and used them. Then, he kicked women to the curb. How did Pepper Potts say it? Oh, yeah, “take out the trash.” Ugh, it made me so angry how Mr. Stark treated Christine in the movie, and did you see how he treated Pepper? Sure, it seems he may have gotten the girl in the end, but she was just another piece of property to him…

Plato: See, Aristotle, see what I mean. Look at how angry Marilyn is. This proves my point; the movie has incited Marilyn’s passions, and because of that she is acting unreasonable. This Iron Man is not practical, and it does not convey the truth.

Marilyn: Does not convey the truth? You have got to be kidding me! The movie did convey the truth. It showed how women have been oppressed throughout the years. Pepper has given up her entire life for a man that did not respect her. Though he seems to have made a turn-around in the end of the movie, he treated her as if she were another one of his possessions, like his precious robot, computer, or car. Even in the end of the movie, it is elusive as to whether he is going to make a meaningful commitment to Pepper or not.

Plato: Okay, so it represents only a second level of reality, but it is not true. These emotions stirred up by the movie are destructive.

Aristotle: The truth can be found in this movie, because we can learn from it. Besides, you are both missing the point! Tony Stark is a wonderful tragic hero. Once he realized that he had mass-produced weapons that were being used against his own country’s forces, he finally began to see clearly. Stark was overwrought with a great deal of guilt, and he sacrificed his own financial success to right his wrong. As the iron man, Stark was able to save the lives of innocent people all over the world from Obadiah and his terrorist minions. Furthermore, the fact that Rhodey still held Stark up above the rank of ordinary men even after Stark had let him down by stopping the weapons production, proves that Stark was a good man. The emotions felt by Stark upon his realization of his destructiveness are the sources that drove him to become a better man. We pity Stark, because many of us do not realize what the overall consequences to our actions are, and we fear that we may inadvertently be capable of doing something to harm many that we do not wish to harm. This Iron Man is important for us to see more clearly; therefore, it leads the audience to catharsis.

Election

According to the Census Bureau, 234,564,071 adults live in the United States. 62,154,057 voted for Obama. 58,798,967 voted for Romney. 113,611,047 did not vote at all. It's sad, really, really sad that less than half of the U.S. adults vote.

Fleur-de-lis

Petals float softly toward cold ground
long stems buckle
dew flows down pale irises

Colors fade from wilted budding crown
core walls crumble
rime subdues spray choruses

Claret desiccates to deepest brown
mem'ries humble
fate thwarts metamorphoses

Seeds burrow within vermilion earth
new life umbel
legacy through genesis

©Pamela N. Brown
November 6, 2012