Self portrait of escape

I Have A Theory On That

Because of my foot sprain, I’ve been in bed trying to rest and elevate to prep for all the times I have to hobble around on it, i.e. every minute I’m with the kids when Scott isn’t home. This adds up to a LOT of time lying around by myself.

And time to myself equals thinking and thinking equals many, many theories. Theories about the pendulum of science and how that affects feral children adjusting to modern life leading to theories on modern life affecting the teenagers of today which leads to theories about gender that lead to childhood stories leading into theories about memory that lead to little known facts about how the olfactory nerve is close to the memory area of the brain making smell the most powerful way to elicit a memory leading to my husband drawing this picture just before he ran away…

Self portrait of escape
His self-portrait says, “Hmmmmm,” which is all he could get in edgewise when I finally had someone to listen to me.

Luckily for all of us, I have no problem talking aloud to a piece of paper. Oh, and I also shouldn’t be in bed much longer.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

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