Prior to Wilhelmina Williams’ passing, she’d given her daughter, Pandora, an heirloom sewing-box. She cautioned her never to open it, for according to legend, doing so would unleash a global, butt-ugly fashion trend.
Pandora gave a rat’s ass for neither fashion, nor butt-ugliness.
Hence, when mom assumed room temperature, Pandora opened the sewing box. Out tumbled a mangled thimble and polyester leisure suits attacked the world.
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I was thrilled — no, ecstatic — when I learned I was pregnant with you. Each day I fell a little more in love as this tiny life grew and stirred inside me.
I couldn’t wait for you to be born so I could finally meet you! Yet, I feared losing the special bond that only we could share.
I imagined what you’d look like with your father’s green eyes and my curly blonde hair, or perhaps my brown eyes and his black hair.
O, had you lived, my precious, precious angel.
O, had you lived!
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Does your first or middle name have any significance (or were you named after another family member)?
My mom named me after her favorite actress, Susan Hayward. My middle name is Marie, I guess because it fit well with Susan. My dad wanted to name me Mary Catherine which, if you knew me, is laughable.
Music or silence while working?
Silence. No doubt about it. I need quiet.
If you had a special place for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronics, people or animals), what would they be?
I keep them on my desk at work and lock them in a desk drawer every evening before I leave.
The Never List: What are things you know you never will do?
- Visit Saudi Arabia again.
- Have a pet snake.
- There are many things that I hope I won’t do, but…who knows?
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Aside from being my favorite Crayola color as a child, periwinkle functions as an emotion descriptor as well. The difference between feeling blue and feeling periwinkle is difficult to explain, but when you know it when you feel it — kind of like pornography — you know it when you see it.
Blue as defined above, can mean depression or melancholy. Periwinkle in contrast, can be defined as displaced angst.
Periwinkle happens when one’s cheerfulness encompasses a vague mist of loss. It’s seemingly impossible to put one’s finger on what exactly has been lost or gone missing, but there is a hint of the ominous involved. It is as if you know your joy will be short-lived or is perhaps even undeserved, and no one knows the reason but you.
Sometimes, even you may think you don’t know why you feel periwinkle, but on some level, you do. You know you do. You’re just afraid to delve that deep into your psyche and claim it.
Lies, guilt, and secrets play a huge role in the deep-rooted periwinkle emotion. That ever-looming fear of being found-out at any given moment can play hell with a person. The constant apprehension is maddening whether you are aware of the reason for your periwinkle-ness.
So, what does one do when periwinkle-ness sets in? Here are some suggestions:
1. Take a nap.
2. Consume one or more of the adult beverages of your choice.
3. Write about it.