Lisa Ann Writes

When I was a little girl my dad would give me a quarter if I would be quiet for twenty-five minutes. I suppose I did chat a lot- o.k. I talked all the time. But it was always about important stuff, like why the leaves on the same tree could be different colors, or why when I cut my hair it grew back but when I cut my Suzy dolls hair it didn’t. I liked to talk with/to my dad. He was a good listener. Then the day came when he offered me the quarter to be quiet for twenty-five minutes. I was the richest kid on Joe Ave. As a result of being told I talk too much- sometimes with quarter and once with an eraser that had been chucked at my head by a fed up second grade teacher, I learned to keep my voice inside. Don’t get me wrong I still love to talk and talk and talk….. but few have ever heard all the stuff I think about. I have learned to keep my voice inside. Writing these thoughts down has been a perfect way to feel like I still get to talk up a storm without messing up the delicate balance of the workings of the inner ears of family and friends. Now that my Son-in-law and daughter have hooked me up with my very own blog…..I can “talk” all I want. You can either read it…. or leave a quarter.