Arvilla Fee
Reinvention
Holding onto the frayed edges of a mistake I made when I was 18 years old, when I was hasty and headstrong and naïve to boot, I lie in bed, telling God I can’t do this anymore. Yes, I know I took my vows before Him and man; yes, I know I said for better or worse—but did I say I would be willing to be stomped by arrogance, trampled with anger?
Days pass. I can feel my palms dampen as I make that last curve around the sun and walk into the new year. This, the time for resolutions. I climb the courthouse steps. When I come out, I feel weightless—floating on the helium high of my signature and the county stamp.
through a crack in the sidewalk a single flower
About the Author
Arvilla Fee is married to an Air Force colonel and has four children. Military life has enriched her teaching and writing careers as she’s lived in five different states and visited several countries. With each new piece, she hopes her readers will wipe away tears, burst out in laughter, think critically about the world in which we live… or just say, “She gets me!”