Saturday's Storyteller: "You belong at that school like pineapple belongs on pizza. People may disagree, but they're wrong."
by Belinda Roddie "You belong at that school like pineapple belongs on pizza. People may disagree, but they're wrong." This is what my wife said to me at 12:55 in the afternoon today. She said it with a grin on her face, so proud of her original simile. Her beautiful blonde hair was tousled, her arms draped in a warm v-neck navy blue sweater. "I thought of that because I'm wearing my pineapple pizza socks," she told me, extending her foot so I could see. They had been a gift from my mom, who was all too familiar with both my wife's adoration for the fruit as a topping and my complete and utter disdain for it. I knew that I was ruminating; after all, my brain was wired to do it. I take meds, but external stimuli will always trigger the good old times in which I could not turn the nagging voice off. I had written a sonnet about this experience, typed up a ten word tale, even got introspective about it the previous night. It was frustrating that I c