She minces no words.

Dont Mince Words

Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson

Posted on April 08, 2004 by Marna

Is it wrong for me to give an eight year-old a quarter and hope he calls me in ten years?

I’ve known sweet Aaron since diapers. We were reunited in Phoenix at Thanksgiving. I chased him around the house yelling, “I’m going to kiss you. Give Aunt Marna some hot loving.” He squealed with equal amounts of excitement and disgust.

When his deadbeat dad didn’t find the time to help him with a homework project, who did he call for help? Cool Aunt Marna. I was asked to assist with his Flat Stanley assignment. His Stanley drawing was coming to LA to visit and Aaron was going to use the pictures I took to write a story.

I went from Pasadena to Hollywood and finished at the beach, snapping pictures of Stanley enjoying LA. I don’t remember homework ever being this fun.

Thanks, Aaron, for thinking of me. Yesterday, a man 30 years older than you decided he didn’t want me. Today, you did and you thanked me. What a difference a day makes.

Don’t forget to call me in 10 years.

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    Marna’s writing career started as a Pentagon intern. Early exposure to $500 toilet seat press releases made her appreciate creative nonfiction. Now she has more than 25 years of senior-level marketing and communications success working with Fortune 100 companies, government, nonprofits, small businesses, startups, and agencies.

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