Come up for air

“When you’re a sniper, your whole world is this big around,” Christopher Whitcomb said as he presumably made a hand gesture for the sight on a rifle, as heard on the Armchair Expert. 


And I’d reply, “When you’re a mother, your whole world is this big around,” and I’d make a circle around my kids. 


Has that circle changed with Nicholas gone?


No.  

***

This morning I woke up to more evidence of our turtle problem.There were no clouds in the sky but crown splashes plopped on the glassy surface of the lake as if it was raining. Up close, those patter marks weren’t rain but little heads coming up for air. Here’s a video I took.


Background on the turtles if you’re interested: Red-eared slider turtles are invasive to Arizona. They spend most of their time in water, although they don’t have gills. Females lay eggs in tiny self-made holes on land. We have tiny holes all over our backyard. If you want to watch a female laying eggs, here’s a video. Red-eared sliders live 20-50 years. I thought I’d read that there are instances of parthenogenesis- self-fertilization- which occur in Arizona’s whiptail lizards,  but I guess I was wrong. And… I kinda don’t think the scientists have studied this enough. But in any case, get two turtles together, and they’ll mate like bunnies. 


We ignore the turtles, since ‘they’re not my problem.’


Similarities between addiction and the turtle problem. We have a whole backyard of people that are dying from overdosing in Arizona, and we’re ignoring it. Perhaps our apathy is because we classify addiction as a problem with self-will or a moral failing. We prescribe Xanax and Opioids as if they’re not addictive, paying lip service to moms like me with warnings. The equivalent of a plane load of people die every day in the US to overdose, and now we can “feel sorry” for those people while we stare off into the lake full of turtles. 


Poem to mothers


Bad mothers, find

your

God, 

White knuckle

through the dts


How many coloring books

can they sell

us 

before we blur

the lines


Yesterday Arizona’s drug 

overdose deaths

doubled compared 

the rest

of the nation.


The reason is

our

triple digit

temperatures


If that doesn’t make

sense

don’t try and imagine

cooking

alive


Another commercial jet plane

equivalent of people went down

yesterday their

brains

sloshing with

addiction


And they keep telling me

it’s not a real disease;

It’s a lack

of willpower


They make coloring

books

for grown-ups

and I certainly 

we all need one now


Focus on the

double 

black lines


rather than 

how 

addiction 

bleeds from 

one generation

to the next. -Katie Rizzo 


Katie’s memoir, The Trimesters of Grief is available anywhere books are sold - 

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Walmart

Bookshop

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