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A Fear of Bones December 7, 2018

Right now I’m reading The Hero of Ages book three in the Mistborn series. They’ve been talking a lot about animal bones, and it’s creeping me out.

See, my mother was an archeologist, and when I was little, she still collected animal bones. Like a lot of them. I sort of knew she had bones somewhere in the house, but it wasn’t a thing we ever really talked about. She just picked up bones when she found them, and they disappeared.

In hindsight, I probably should have asked where the bones were going, but I was little and still having trouble with the concept of ownership and permanence.

One day, my mom told me to go to the attic and get something. Our house had a huge attic, like bigger than most apartments in Manhattan. The door to the attic was one of three on the wall of one room. Me, being a little kid, didn’t know which door went to the attic, so I just decided to try opening one.

I chose poorly. (more…)

 

The Apple and the Tree July 29, 2013

Filed under: Starting Off Strange — meganorussell @ 8:05 am
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I love my mother. But the woman is strange beyond belief. Seriously, she makes me look normal. She was an archeologist before I was born, and the woman has a closet full of animal bones. When I was little I was sent to get something from the attic. I was young and naive, and the door to the attic is sandwiched between two closet doors. I chose the wrong door, and animal bones fell on me. I refused to go near the attic for years.

One day not too long ago, I got the most excited phone call from my mother. It seriously sounded like she had just won the lottery or a free puppy or something. She had been out at a yard sale and had found “the best” taxidermied ferret. And she had gotten “such an amazing deal” on him. His name was now Rascal (yes, she named the dead ferret), and she had the perfect place for him in the parlor. Sadly, this was not the strangest conversation I have had with my mother. But to those of you who doubt my stories, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I just don’t fancy dead things.