May 2011
3 posts
The long drive home.
The only thing that has ever tied with the written word for my affections is music.
Even though you will never see me play an instrument, or hear me sing, music has never been a passive activity for me.
As a child, music was dancing to Faith by George Michael as my mom and I cleaned the house together.
As a teenager, music was screaming the lyrics to Screaming Infidelities by Dashboard...
Happy Mother's Day!
More than anyone else in the world, my mother is the person who truly gets me. Of all the things I love about her, her ability to understand exactly what is happening before I even have a chance to tell her is what I appreciate the most.
When I am getting sick, she always knows hours before the symptoms arrive. “You are looking peaked,” she will say.
When I am tired, she tells me I should be...
Boxes and shrimp cocktail, part 2.
When I got that phone call from Addy, telling us she had met a boy, I was concerned. She had only been back in school for like three months, and her friends had another year of college behind them.
Addy was clearly head-over-heels for this new boy, and I was secretly praying he was the right one.
We found the answer soon enough.
Addy was turning 21, and her new boyfriend had decided to host a...