By Maureen Bonatch
As the seasons change, soon I’ll pull out my jackets as the temperature drops. Often I haven’t worn the jacket since the year prior, and for some coats, much longer than that.
When I reach into the pocket I’m often in for a surprise. The items stashed there may tell a story about that season of my life.
Nowadays, the items I find are rather predictable. I might find:
- Gloves
- Winter headbands
- Extra quarters for the parking meter
- Bags for when I take Scruff for a walk (One never can be certain how many to bring with Sir Poops-A-Lot.)
This year I suspect there might be a mask or two tucked in the pockets.
A review of my items may allow someone to deduce that I had a dog, and that I lived somewhere that had cold seasons.
Pockets Today vs. Pockets of Yesterday
It didn’t used to be that way. When my twins were young and my pockets were the place to stash every odd and end the girls’ needed saved since they didn’t have a pocket—or they just preferred that I carry their things because in their opinion, that's what moms are for.
Usually there was barely room for my own items when I had to store all of theirs.
Today is Collect Rocks Day. I don’t collect rocks. But when I was young, I thought I might be a rock collector. Mostly because I was sure I would find some nugget worth lots of cash while searching for fossils in the woods. Since this was before the Internet (gasp!) I’d study the piece of cardboard with sample rocks and photos of different collectable rocks.
I didn’t get far with that collection, but in more recent years my daughters also thought they might become rock collectors.
A Pocketful of Memories
Last year I found a few rocks in my jacket pocket. If someone had discovered one of my jackets then they might have deduced that I was a mother of young children when they searched the pockets and found items like:
- Rocks
- Wads of gum or other candy wrappers
- Plastic bracelets
- Beads or marbles
- Sticks
- Small toys from the supermarket machines
- Seashells
It’s funny how a random item can bring back a time in my life, or a memory.
Happy Cat Month
September is also Happy Cat Month! If you’re looking for a magical story with a witch that can talk to her cat, Hexes, Highballs & Hockey should make you —and your cat—happy!
How can one tiny spell create such a mess?
Hi, I’m Marissa Hale and I’ve spelled up some trouble.
You see, I live in Boca, Florida. Most of the time all the mishmash of paranormal play nice in the sandbox—except when it’s an ice rink.
Of course I’d be the one to test the boundaries of the “no spelling” rule at the hockey arena when my friend, Grace, begged me to go to a game.
My careless spell to conceal the nacho cheese disaster, which happened when a big blob landed on her treasured jersey, caused more trouble than the wrath I avoided from my hockey obsessed friend.
Due to the ridiculous rule, Grace inadvertently gets blamed and tossed into the arena’s jail for illicit magic…and I might have accidentally spelled one of the players.
When I try to make things right, my sleuthing skills uncover secrets, and more trouble than I bargained for. I might need more than my chatty cat and charmed cocktails to solve this mystery…
What Would Your Pockets Say About You?
While she’s not busy writing or doing nurse-things, she’s a mom to her twin daughters, bicycling in the beautiful woods of PA with her hubby, doing the bidding of a feisty Shih Tzu, and dancing as much as possible. She believes music can be paired with every mood, laughter is contagious, and that caffeine and wine are essential for survival.
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