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
“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
Her hands were just like mine. I like to wear her puffy, black, fleece mittens. I rub the fabric and picture her hands with the thick, gold wedding band on her left ring finger. I keep the mittens in her blue Honda Accord which I bought from my dad. I prefer to drink my coffee … Continue reading
I’ve cleared out the attic, which was no small task. I’ve washed everything and I’m getting it ready for a big garage sale. Just like you used to have when I was a kid. So I’m tagging the old baby blankets but it’s hard to put a price on them. Stacks of pink and green … Continue reading
Contrary Mom 