We called them “colors”

Strolling down the aisle

houseWhen we were kids, our most trusted tool was the wax-crayon.

We called them “colors.”

We used them to draw on paper and concrete, and found them handy for playing doctor (crayons fit well in my sister’s nose).

Once we discovered you could melt crayons over a candle stuck in a wine bottle, we created drippy rainbow creations.

We found when the hot wax lands on your skin, you can dip your finger in the wax and lift a fingerprint from your digit.

After that, I ditched my doctor act for the life of a detective.

When I stroll through the aisle of school supplies in the store, my heart races when I see the wax crayons, colored chalk, glue sticks and magic markers.

Recently I succumbed to a pitch for a long-lasting lipstick.

When I opened the lipstick package, I found red streaks on my hand.

Even soap wouldn’t wash off the red.

Looked like I wrestled a magic marker to the ground.

So I wondered:

Maybe I should shop for makeup in the school supply aisle?


Copyright-free image from morziru.com

10 February 2018





About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. Dr. Coleman is an enrolled citizen of the Osage Nation.
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