Do you remember your formative years with any degree of joy and happiness? We probably should because, my, how things have changed between then and now. And I’m not being flippant when I say that. Oh, hell. Yes, I am. I was recently looking through a school years scrapbook my mother kept for me that […]
Even My Imaginary Friends Were Only Children
I was a fairly typical only child for the first twelve years of my life. Share? Share with whom? Why should I have to share when there was nobody to share it with? If it was there, it was mine. Even my toys had a strict regiment of sharing when it came time to play. […]
Excuse Me, Sweetie? You Look Like A Stuffed Sausage.
My father used to enjoy taking me to the mall when I was a teenager only because he didn’t feel the need to keep his sarcastic comments to himself. “Look at all these teenyboppers,” he’d mutter just loud enough to for me to hear. “What is up with that hair?” It was the eighties and […]
