Ms. Sedgwick helped me discover an unknown universe existing outside my head — far beyond the realm of running in fields and climbing trees. When I was in school, I longed to be at home playing in the woods. Ms. Sedgwick helped me come to terms with my inner conflict. She taught me how to listen to myself. I am forever thankful for her guidance.
Kindergarten is about purpose. Ms. Sedgwick led me through a maze of rules that governed the unnatural world. She played the greatest role in guiding me through the awkward process of becoming a member of society. Kindergarten is a mini-debutante ball for five year old girls.
How you look, how you behave, the way you dress, and your coloring skills determine your rank and file. To this day, behavior is an ambiguous concept to me. It’s word origin has it’s root in Middle English, havour “possession,” altered by the influence of have, an old French verb avier “to have.”
A broken family leads one to a lot of wanting and a desire to have more. My mother, in and out of the state mental hospital, was a ghost — vacant. My dad was your average good ol’ boy rural drunk. Richard Kyle was a smart, funny and polite man. He had a dynamic personality. He was an amazing mechanic and a hands-off-dad. Some drunks encompass a both/and space. My dad was one of these drunks. He was charming, likable, full of spontaneity, and had a lot of pizazz. For a time, his acceptable drunkenness was comical…until it wasn’t.
I spent my childhood roaming free and playing movies in my head. I was planning the world I was going to inhabit as an explorer on my own. Mom’s absence and Dad’s drinking provided access to my aspirations. They were not around to guide me; I led myself.