Posts by Jenn Hicks

As a child, I remember longing for adulthood. Because when I became an adult, I wouldn’t have someone telling me what to do.And no one would force me to take naps or play sports I was no good at (the t-ball trauma comes to mind). Back in those days, little-girl Jenn dreamed of being an…

7 guests at my dinner table.My choice. But no,I decline that option.Over-stimulating. Under-gratifying. I don’t need genius, celebrity or saintliness.The ego chatter can’t please.There is no place at my table for that No, I’ll have just 1 guest, thanks.My dad.Having his undivided attentionwouldreach into my dark placeswith a little light.

Is it wise to anticipate? Anticipate what? Danger? A warm welcome? The weather? My future needs? The steadfast Girl Guide rule “Be Prepared” suggests anticipation is beneficial. I anticipate, I am prepared. Anticipation = preparation = I’ll always have my umbrella when I need it, I’ll always have milk because I’ll buy more before we…

I am human. Bones, muscles, ligaments, tendons, cartilage, organs. Because I carry these things with me, does that mean I’m human? Upright body carriage. Tool-using, abstract reasoning, language using, introspecting and problem solving. Is that what being human is about? No, I think it’s more like this: I am human because I am A soul…

I remember several of my childhood toys which provided comfort: Squeaky ~ a plush pink & white mouse (re-named “Mousey” by my 4-year-0ld nephew Andrew) Mary ~ a stuffed doll with a plastic face and hands Mon chi chi ~ my stuffed “cradle in my arm” monkey Jessica Lynne ~ my hairless blue-eyed Cabbage Patch…