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October 26, 2005
From Another
This is a first for E.P. We present to you a post from an E.P. reader, Paula P., that I am happy to share with all of you. I will be revamping the site and putting up small changes as I work the bugs out of the code. If you have content that you would like to send to me to post, I would be happy to—provided that the content is appropriate. It will take some of the strain off of me and give you a chance to contribute to E.P.
Posted by Paula:
When was the last time you used Noxzema?
When was the last time you spent a night at your parents’ home? I did just that, a couple of weeks ago. I had a need to, a wanting to. My parents are aging and one is terminally ill. I stayed the night and actually slept on the couch. I watched television in the living room until it ended up watching me and wondering how I ever left. I removed my makeup with a good old-fashioned handful of Noxzema and the menthol smell took me back to my teenage years.
I watched my reflection in the bathroom mirror and remembered the skinny kid with pimples and no breasts. I recalled the cornbraids and multi-colored beads cascading down my back. I remembered the smell of black DAX hair oil that we called grease. I could hear the kids jumping double Dutch outside in the court and I could hear them playing Coco LeaviO, one, two, three.
I needed to spend time with mom and dad, like I had when I was young. I wanted to wake up and hear my mom say, “Have a nice day” as I left to go to work.
When was the last time you used Noxzema?
When was the last time you spent the night at your parents’ home?
Posted by Kwaku at October 26, 2005 11:11 AM
Comments
I remember that girl from back in the day! I used to notice how pretty she was, and wonder what she'd look like all growed up. I remember those days you speak of, too. I wish I could return home to Mom and Dad just once, but I can't. I'd give anything to have that day like you did. Maybe it's why I cherish the moments I spend with my siblings. They are too few and far between, but treasured. It's the closest I can get to life at its most innocent time for me.
Posted by: Carl Walton at October 28, 2005 3:35 PM
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