Carla Nolen Kirkland

I am an oxymoron. 

It all began over 50 years ago, when I was born a Gemini–The Twins.  My mother found significance in that fact and the fact that as a child, I had so much dark hair on my back it prompted her to ask my pediatrician why.  Being too young to remember what the doctor actually said, I can only quote my mother, “She is schizophrenic–she has a split personality.”  I proudly told all my friends and their parents.  I was always quick to add, “If I had one more hair, I’d be hanging in the trees with the monkeys.”  While I have never been clinically diagnosed with schizophrenia, my husband and children would say there is probably some truth in it. 

Perhaps more significantly, I am in love with an oxyMORON.  I teach oxymorons (the figurative language, not my students) in English I and II at my local high school, but I do not purposely write them in this blog. The “split personality” surfaces each week as I interchangably write humorous/serious stories from my life.

To answer that burning question–Am I still hairy?  No, I moulted my pelage somewhere before or during puberty!