Once upon a slippery snake
called time, a bump in the road of history changed directions, All the stories,
that Lulu carried cross-pollinated and a whole new world of possibilities went
from a seed to a flower and fruited… Here’s the fruit of the matter, are you
ready?
Lulu, a nickname derived from the loving heart of a dear
and wily childhood friend, stuck as a tack and became forever glued, when the
sound of the name replaced the sound of name written on a yellow and green
fingerpainted birth certificate.
Lulu started making her own moon pads for her monthly flow, the first
time the red visitor made itself known. Lulu’s mom Rachel, bought her fabrics
and set her up at the sewing machine. First Lulu practiced drawing spirals and
then made a small pillow, sewing it on three sides and then stuffing it with
recycled tags from all of her pants and tee-shirts, never really liking how
they rested against her skin anyway, this seemed like a good use for a
nuisance. Janie, a blue haired and sandy eyed girl Lulu met in Art appreciation
class had spoken at length of the beauty of the moon time. For Lulu, who had
only heard it called her period, it was a welcome alien awareness to know that
women throughout time had actually celebrated the time of the month when blood flowed
like water out of the body. (c)
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