Change isn’t always good

imageThis is my old house in El Dorado, Kansas and the photo was taken this fall when I delivered my mother’s ashes to Old Mission in Wichita. On the way back, I took a detour through El Dorado, where I lived with my kids right after the divorce until the were jr high and high school age and we left as a family for me to get my MFA from Bowling Green State University.  The house is no longer owned by who I sold it to–she kept on having a happy life and remarried. The house is also no longer khaki with cream trim and  maroon detailing. The move to peeling 15086_10101245808696351_831864514_nwhite paint and country-goose blue trim was too fast to me and a bit disturbing.  The figurines at the yard sale were scary–such bad taste and so many of them.

The house may be torn down by now since the yard sale was to prepare for moving. Susan B. Anthony Hospital is expanding again and bought the block. One more thing about the photo: if more than one cross is needed on the front of your house, either you’re fighting vampires or it’s more decorative than an actual religious symbol–both alternatives, not good.

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Author of the poetry collection The Tethered Ground and Professor of English at Missouri State University. Contact me for readings or for workshops on writing/publishing and on teaching writing online.

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