“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
Contrary Mom 