Interview With My Mom, An Education
My Mom’s a talker. She can talk on and on and on. Which means I come by it honestly, anyway. And although I never expected it, I realize now that … Continue reading
November 21, 2014 · 27 Comments
My Mother’s Letters
I remember we had at least one television on all day and night for Butchie and he would scream in his stinking chair in the corner while cartoons blared. I … Continue reading
January 29, 2014 · 181 Comments
I love the word retarded, and it’s a complicated love.
I love the word retarded, and it’s a complicated love. Third-Grade Me: “Blah, blah, blah, my retarded brother.” In my memory time stands still in this very Quentin Tarantino way. … Continue reading
November 16, 2013 · 31 Comments
Lederhosen
To begin, you need to know I get the chokey voice. When I first met my husband it was the chokey voice, plus I tapped my nose and I got … Continue reading
November 8, 2013 · 29 Comments
