Day 1 – Of Awkwardness & Excessive Navel Gazing We were the last to make it to the house in Truckee, after dark and dinner. Already in attendance: my parents, my sisters, their husbands and children. My family had been on the road seven hours by then. And like most
Long time readers may recall approximately two years ago, when Middle sister sent me a peen pepper photo: Pretending not to recognize said pepper’s graphic penis attributes, and Middle’s response, was perhaps the highlight of my ENTIRE FUCKING YEAR. So when Little sent out this text, I couldn’t resist. I
When I called Mom last night, she sounded weirdly calm and instructional. Ya’ll have moms – you know that airline pilot’s voice they put on to soothingly tell you to assume crash position or whatever? That’s how she answered. “Your father’s had a change. Now if I leave, even for
CONVERSATION WITH MY MOTHER LAST NIGHT ME: So I’ve been working this week on a story about angry women. ME: I’m unnerved how even writing about being an angry woman feels dangerous. And then feeling stupid for being so scared. They’re just words in a story. Mom: Being an angry
My initial plan for Christmas: Take the kids to D.C. for the Smithsonian, fly home, and swing by my parents’ house for 2-3 days TOPS for the actual holiday, as I explained to Middle HERE, if you want all the footnotes and primary sources. Turns out, none of my kids