Organza: A Memoir: Proof I Existed

It's past time to tote up what I've learned and how I changed from Estelle Smith to Honey Bun to The Missus to Twinkle to Amelia Earhart to—it goes on. Now, I call myself "Organza." Organza isn't sturdy, like overall material. You have to watch not to step on the hem or it'll rip. You can see right through it and it's airy, not concealing. I've got a lot of mends from all the fall downs and rips through the years, but how can you live without having to do some darning?
The mind is a bucket. Everything you see, hear, act, think, do, sense, learn, imagine goes in randomly. If you outlive your bucket's capacity, stuff begins to randomly spill out and will land on whomever is there at the time. Like Mister Ellis telling me about riding a train's cow catcher from Dismal, North Dakota to Los Angeles. Now I've got overflow of my mind bucket and so do you, Phantom Reader. The only way to prevent it, is to die young. Enough. More than enough.

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Organza: A Memoir: Proof I Existed

It's past time to tote up what I've learned and how I changed from Estelle Smith to Honey Bun to The Missus to Twinkle to Amelia Earhart to—it goes on. Now, I call myself "Organza." Organza isn't sturdy, like overall material. You have to watch not to step on the hem or it'll rip. You can see right through it and it's airy, not concealing. I've got a lot of mends from all the fall downs and rips through the years, but how can you live without having to do some darning?
The mind is a bucket. Everything you see, hear, act, think, do, sense, learn, imagine goes in randomly. If you outlive your bucket's capacity, stuff begins to randomly spill out and will land on whomever is there at the time. Like Mister Ellis telling me about riding a train's cow catcher from Dismal, North Dakota to Los Angeles. Now I've got overflow of my mind bucket and so do you, Phantom Reader. The only way to prevent it, is to die young. Enough. More than enough.

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Organza: A Memoir: Proof I Existed

Organza: A Memoir: Proof I Existed

by Peg Elliott Mayo
Organza: A Memoir: Proof I Existed

Organza: A Memoir: Proof I Existed

by Peg Elliott Mayo

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It's past time to tote up what I've learned and how I changed from Estelle Smith to Honey Bun to The Missus to Twinkle to Amelia Earhart to—it goes on. Now, I call myself "Organza." Organza isn't sturdy, like overall material. You have to watch not to step on the hem or it'll rip. You can see right through it and it's airy, not concealing. I've got a lot of mends from all the fall downs and rips through the years, but how can you live without having to do some darning?
The mind is a bucket. Everything you see, hear, act, think, do, sense, learn, imagine goes in randomly. If you outlive your bucket's capacity, stuff begins to randomly spill out and will land on whomever is there at the time. Like Mister Ellis telling me about riding a train's cow catcher from Dismal, North Dakota to Los Angeles. Now I've got overflow of my mind bucket and so do you, Phantom Reader. The only way to prevent it, is to die young. Enough. More than enough.


Product Details

BN ID: 2940044904378
Publisher: Peg Elliott Mayo
Publication date: 08/27/2012
Sold by: Smashwords
Format: eBook
File size: 370 KB

About the Author

Born March 31st,1929, Easter Sunday on the cusp of April Fools Day in the year the stock market died. So much for karma!
Don, is the tall Shy Guy, spouse, creative force & phenomenal companion.
Three living middle-aged offspring who are neither children nor "mine," KT, Stan and Peter. When your "baby" is eligible for AARP you search for new descriptors.
Three outstanding grand "children." Jane and Anna Rose, college students, and Aaron a graphic designer, metal artist, gardener, creative force, all around good sport and friend.
Home is a modest place on the banks of Coast Range Oregon river, 28 miles from "town." I'm part of a mixed neo/retro hippie, artistic & staggeringly diverse forest community.
Identity at various times: daughter, wife, widow, mother, grieving parent, Aries, failed factory worker, potter, basket maker, sewin' fool, adequate organically-committed cook/food preserver, clinical social worker specializing in PTSD, loss, relationships & creative expression, hospice volunteer, tree hugging ecoappreciator, party girl, recluse, foolish risktaker, writer, computer graphics-photography neophyte, established writer & storyteller.

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