My Mother Was My First Reader

My mother was my first reader.

She had some suggestions. I’ve never

been good at suggestions, even then.

I’d written a story about two friends

based entirely on my best friend

Mary Ellen Ashelford and me.

The third character, Mrs. Spakowsky

was exactly like our backyard neighbor

Mrs. Spakowsky. I didn’t know her first name

so I called her Mary.  In my story Mary Spakowsky

wore a light green dress.  Change her dress

my mother said.  Green is not a popular color.

I was annoyed.  Who cared about popular.

You’d better care said my mother. You’d just better.

In my story Mary Spakowsky’s dress stayed green.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

8 Comments

  1. Love this! As someone said, “It’s not easy being green.” As someone else said, “And that has made all the difference.”

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