When I was six, actually six and three quarters as I told the eye doctor, I got my first pair of glasses. But first we played that game that I hate to this day Which is better…this or that? How about now? And now? I always feel as though it’s some kind of test, not of my eyes but of my truthfulness Am I allowed to say it all looks the same –– I don’t see any difference?
While most first graders might be embarrassed to risk being called four-eyes, I was excited.
Grownups wore glasses.
I had already figured out about Santa, I read Dear Ann Landers in the daily newspaper, and my dad let me stay up to watch The Danny Thomas Show with him on Monday nights. He called me Irish.
I was ready for the world of adulthood in my sparkly blue cat’s eye glasses.
I believed they made me look years older, just as when I casually strolled down the street at fourteen, smoking one of my father’s pilfered Marlboro’s announcing to the world Look at me with my four foot something swagger, here comes a grown ass woman and I’ve got the goods to prove it.
Kate Moore’s passion is literacy, and she serves as a mentor teacher and staff developer throughout the greater Bay Area. Kate served three terms as the City of San Ramon's Poet Laureate (2012-2018); she also teaches poetry writing workshops for children and adults. Kate holds a Doctorate in Educational Leadership for Social Justice from California State University, East Bay, an M.A. in Teacher Leadership from St. Mary’s and a B.A. in English Education from SUNY Albany. She and Bob Moore are the proud parents of four beautiful grown daughters, and the smitten grandparents of eight beautiful children who fill them with hope for the future.
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