Suzanne wears my many-colored mustache Bow Tie o’ the Day while she unwinds after a day at the office. Oh, look how she’s coloring cute whales. And see how her coloring books are about butterflies and flowers and city landscapes. My stress is dissipating by just writing about the topics of her coloring books.
Suzanne and I are alike in so many ways, but our interests diverge when it comes time to chill-out with grown-up coloring books and markers. Coloring itself is relaxing to both of us, but the subjects of my coloring books tend to be a little peculiar when compared to hers. Despite my over-the-top interest in crime shows—and my coloring book about serial killers—with all their murder, mayhem, and mystery, my soul is hopelessly kind-hearted and marshmallow-y. I haven’t the slightest idea how to explain that dissonant phenomenon.
