We drank a toast to innocence

We drank a toast to time

Reliving in our eloquence

Another ‘auld lang syne’ — Dan Fogelberg

When I was little, I had little concept of self. I had a blank awareness of how I was perceived, I only knew pretty girls were the popular girls. My perception was curated over time. I hung with the pretty girls at school, but I felt somewhat on the fringe of belonging. I remember in fifth grade, a new boy came to Marion School from Charlotte. When he and his younger brothers walked through the cafeteria, the tables fell quiet. All eyes turned to see who had entered the lunchroom. The girls at my table, in elementary school, looked at each other and said, “Who are they?” There was a long southern emphasis on extending the letters found in “they”. The conversation went on to, “They are soooo cute, is the tall one in our grade?” He had long, blonde hair, and he was tall and thin, and so very cool. We found out soon enough, that his name was also interesting. No one we knew, no one else, was named Strib, and he was indeed in our class.

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.

Jack Kerouac

Art- “Camping Tent” by Nicole Blank



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Patty Brown

Patty Brown

If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.