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 7: Star
Star While my father used his paternal advantage against his easily-embarrassed offspring, my mother provided more than enough unintentional retribution for anything he ever did (and will do in the future, for that matter). The following tale takes place in 2003, at a time when I was becoming less ashamed of, and thereby more amused... Continue Reading →
Teeny Tiny Chronicles, Chapter 2: Cool Walk
COOL WALK Remember MC Hammer’s parachute pants and gloriously 90s dance moves? When Hammer rose to pop culture stardom, my father seized the opportunity to capitalize on the phenomenon. In the early 90s, my sister and I were tweens, that particularly obnoxious phase between “sweet, innocent child” and “angsty, hormonal teenager”. There is nothing a... Continue Reading →