A disturbing visit to the Museum of Ice Cream

The Museum of Ice cream in San Francisco! Not quite Kusama’s Infinity Mirror Room I’m still kicking myself for missing at the Hirshhorn, but a different mind-expanding creative immersion that the whole family would love and engage with. At least that’s what Instagram and reviews like the one in New York Magazine led me to believe. The Museum was supposed to be a creative playground that would inspire us and also leave us with great pictures. But my visit left me questioning how the hell I justified paying $38 a person…


Plastic cap gun colored with gold sharpie. Orange tip removed. Weighs less than an ounce. Purchased for $4.29. Not allowed to be played with outside.

My car slowly rolls forward behind the line of cars all carrying their precious cargo of children to school in the morning. My son grumbles that I didn’t pull up close enough but starts to get out anyway. I grab his arm and pull him back for his mandatory kiss good-bye, at which he rolls his eyes but smiles just the same. We leave with love. Always. It might be the last time I see him. I’ve experienced unexpected loss and believe me when I tell you it really is a small comfort knowing the last thing you said to…


Photo by Gift Habeshaw on Unsplash

I had been fantasizing about telling a story at a Moth event for years. But as much as I wanted to share my stories, I was terrified of having an audience. Last fall when I was looking for a dance class for my daughter at the local arts center and saw they were offering Moth storytelling class, I signed up immediately. I figured maybe a class would help me take some of my fear away. The teacher told me on day one that it wouldn’t. Damn. But it would take some of the mystery away. I’m an outgoing talkative person…


Photo by Frank Uyt den Bogaard on Unsplash

Before I went on a shopping spree to buy new jeans that fit, it occurred to me that I should dig up “the box” and see what was in it. “The box” held my so-called skinny clothes. For almost a decade now it has lived in the basement, gradually getting buried beneath old files and Halloween decorations. Several times, when we were in a cleaning frenzy, I had thought of dropping the whole box off at Goodwill, coaching myself: “Just be happy the way you are; you are doing the best you can and that’s good enough. You are beautiful…

Kerri Macon

Writer. Excavating all sorts of magic. www.kerrimacon.com / @kerrimaconvt

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