Memories – SJ Bocci Writes

Companionship

I don’t remember a time in my life where I haven’t had animals. Except once, and I’m not sure it counts. My mother proudly declared herself an “animal person.” When she was young, apparently folks called her “Ellie Mae” after the voluptuous blonde on The Beverly Hillbillies because my mother also wanted a pet racoonContinue reading “Companionship”

To my younger self

In this image, I think I’m 17 or 18, judging by my haircut. I had wanted short hair since Megan Follows’ Anne Shirley chopped hers off after accidentally dying it green. Oh, I wanted short hair. So badly. But my parents said, “No.” My hair was too pretty, they said, to be cut short. PlusContinue reading “To my younger self”

“I Have a Place Where Dreams Are Born . . .”

Some days, I have flashbacks. Like suddenly I’m five-years-old, jumping on the bed, trying to fly away to Neverland. I’m in my Oma and Papa’s apartment, which always smells like cigarette ashes, and I’m watching a movie in their bedroom with my little brother while the adults talk in the sitting room. Papa is inContinue reading ““I Have a Place Where Dreams Are Born . . .””