Johnna Crawford
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Beatnik middle kid.
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Never Normal
Finally, the world is being forced to recognize, there is no “normal”. Even more exciting is without a normal, there is no normal to go back to; meaning the world can relax and learn to accept the unpredictable as our everyday reality. For instance, my daughter’s high school now calls snow days more often as these Covid times have prepared them for better contact and online learning. The yearly schedule may be set, but changes are now easier to accept due to online communication and students and parents are able to adjust without as much difficulty as before. In Colorado, these changes have even increased talks of the four day school week with both sides presenting arguments which used to sound crazy. It’s as if doing things different is being accepted since we were forced to accept major change last year.
By Johnna Crawford 5 years ago in Humans
The Most Significant Loss
With watered down eyes I wandered again onto our deck to find the periodic call of an owl that plagued my lonely midnight rituals. I didn’t care, I wasn’t sleeping, I was drinking, and the random hollering-screech of the unseen bird gave me a task second to drowning myself into unconsciousness. Every night I’d forget about the calls then just before the blackness overtook my mind a loud but subtle, “eeeeek” would pull me back to life. I’d sit up. Once so quickly I kicked red wine all over the couch having again to flip the cushion. I’d mentioned the night caller to my husband, my daughter, my mom, but I was the only one ever awake to witness the actual sounds. In my state, I could never identify an area where it was coming from, just a general direction. I heard it best off my deck but in the pure black of the mountain evergreen’s my jostled mind could not get a grasp on the cries that seemed to toy with me as fast as falling stars.
By Johnna Crawford 5 years ago in Families
