Dealing with the loss of my wonderful mother in my own way.
My mom used to love all the TV psychics. My sister and I watched Sylvia Browne with her when we were small. Even as a kid, I was a skeptic. But it didn’t keep me from making a pact of after-death communication with my mom and sister. We brainstormed for days about how we would communicate with … Continue reading
Every Monday night at 11:00 I float home on the interstate. Thinking of you and how the hell will I describe the way I am changing and getting better? I’m riding this big, rusty rocket through outer space. I’m not safely inside, I’m mounted smack on the rocket’s nose. The stars are exploding around me. … Continue reading
“Well, what do you think of her?” my dad asked. I knew who he was talking about. “I think she’s very nice,” I said. “And what do you say when I’m not around?” he tried to fish for more. I was folding laundry onto the brown, floral print couch and I was suddenly so uncomfortable … Continue reading
My dad was on his way out to the Sunday Matinee of The Wolf of Wall Street, but first he had to pick his lady friend up from church. “Are you sure you’re comfortable seeing this movie with this woman?” I asked my dad. I’d seen the movie a few weeks before and was delighted by its graphic sex … Continue reading
I stumbled in to my dad’s house at 2:00 in the morning. My eyes were bloodshot and my heart was racing due to a mix of adrenaline and coke. Well, technically it was Diet Coke but I felt like I’d been on a real coke bender. I drank around forty ounces of cold, pure D.C. at … Continue reading
Contrary Mom 