Mirror | East Wenatchee, WA | April 2019
A small boy sits on the floor in a car dealership’s play area and stacks blocks. Each time he leans forward, a carnival mirror on a nearby wall catches his reflection. It distorts his cherub-like face into a monster mask with malevolent eyes and teeth. I have felt such an ugly transformation myself — impatiently waiting in a checkout line or fuming over politicians — and have learned through the years that, uh-oh, no trick mirror exists. The monster (anger, pride, envy) arises from within. One defense? I rearrange my thoughts so judgment ranks last. In other words, re-stack my blocks.