It’s Memorial Day, and I’m thinking about war, and love and pretty colors.

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. 

A happiness weapon. 

A beauty bomb. 

And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.  It would explode high in the air—explode softly—and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. 

Floating down to earth—boxes of Crayolas. 

And we wouldn’t go cheap, either—not little boxes of eight. 

Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. 

With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. 

And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. 

 ~Robert Fulghum

Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. and spent most of her youth at the beach, dreaming of becoming a Charlie’s Angel one day. A yoga teacher, a writer and kind of a dark little hippie, Annie is especially inspired by the poets and the writers who lived it up in San Francisco and Paris in the 60′s, Pink Floyd and anything chocolate. She writes about her life at www.mysweetyoga.com. If you’re not easily offended, her darker thoughts can be read at www.dirtyblondeink.com. Oh, and she endlessly adores her hot Aussie boyfriend.

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Editor: Kate Bartolotta