JUST DRIVE Presumably, most teenagers cannot wait to get behind the wheel and start driving. Ergo, I thought myself an oddity for cowering at the very thought. Why learn to drive when I knew two perfectly capable adults who had been, up to this point, willing (if not obligated) to cart me around? My mother,... Continue Reading →
Teeny Tiny Chronicles, Chapter 11: Spitballs
SPITBALLS The second heart-to-heart I ever had with my mother was in Spain when we were staying at my aunt Mariela’s apartment. Mariela lived on the top floor of a building in Madrid. My father, who is her little brother, taught me how to terrorize people from above in the form of spitballs and... Continue Reading →
Teeny Tiny Chronicles, Chapter 10: The F Word
THE F WORD When I was in the second or third grade, I discovered that some words were naughtier than others. I was standing in line with the other students, a skill that was not at all transferable into my adult life (so don’t invest too much time figuring it out, kids), when one of... Continue Reading →
Teeny Tiny Chronicles, Chapter 3: Fired
FIRED When I was a little girl, I told my mother that I was terminating our parent-child contract and would soon be looking for a replacement mother. “You’re not my mom anymore,” I said. She was furious, but I remained steadfast in my decision. I would be looking for alternative mothers in the near future.... Continue Reading →
The Finest Nerd Czarina 