Do we really need this torture?
FOLLOW THE BUBBLES Summertime was particularly difficult for my parents, as we were at home with nothing to do for months. One way my mother kept my sister and me entertained was to bring home a whole package of pink copy paper from the hospital and letting us draw our little hearts out. We always... Continue Reading →
Shoes When I was in school, one of my teachers designated a block of time once a week to read from Shel Silverstein’s A Light in the Attic. I always looked forward to it, partially because I thought that being read to was a great luxury and partially because I was so captivated by Mister Silverstein’s... Continue Reading →
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 →
Once upon a time, I was a child. These are my stories. BOOKS My mother likes to recall the moment I learned to read, back when I was three years of age. They were short sentences and very easy words, but I had taken so long to start speaking, the fact that I was reading... Continue Reading →
