I hate to be criticized. That’s one of the most significant things I learned at school this quarter. Displaying our Business Logo projects on the big screen to be poked and picked apart–my design was first and I took the critiques personally. Then I was hurling my own criticisms at the critics. “Your business card … Continue reading
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
Contrary Mom 