A Dream About Love
I had a dream about my brother Butchie last night. He was wearing footy pajamas, the kind that zip up the front, all fleecy and precious. The kind my children … Continue reading
February 17, 2015 · 14 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
