Seeing Things Differently
as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine Growing up, my father was always on me for one thing or another. When I was in high school, and prone to testing the limits of my curfew when I’d go out on a Friday or Saturday night , he would always make it a point to wake me early the next morning. "Da- aaad ," I'd whine, covering my head with the blanket. "Just get out of bed," he'd say. I'm sure he was trying to teach me a lesson, but it was a lesson I didn't want to learn. It took awhile, but the lesson I eventually learned was, if I got up, he would go inside, and I could then lay on the floor out of sight on the other side of the bed, happily spending the rest of the morning in dreamland. Happily, that is, until he discovered what I was doing. My snoring gave me away. As a kid, I was forever forgettin...