Stuck to gorilla glue


I married a boy.

I don’t mean a boy-boy.

I mean a man-boy.

You can find the evidence in the linen closet.

There’s a shelf of light bulbs surrounded by boxes of batteries.

I’m not talking cup-size when I say I found handfuls of As and AAs and AAAs and Cs and Ds.

Slowly over the years, the toilet paper and tile cleaner have been shoved aside for my man-boy’s toys:

  • Garbage bags colored white, black and green in small, medium and large
  • Five kinds of dental floss
  • Electrician’s tape, masking tape, duct tape and cellophane tape

My husband’s peccadilloes run the gamut from floor cleaners to handiwipes.

We even have a hot iron–just for his skis.

His play-things take up a fraction of the space I oversee, so I can’t complain.

I marvel at the gems that catch the Silverback’s eye when he’s unleashed in the hardware store.

I guess you just can’t have too much gorilla glue.

9 April 2019

Image from

Today’s blog dedicated to the Silverback















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.
This entry was posted in family values, marriage, nativescience, Silverback and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s