When people talk about their “crazy” families, it really brings out my competitive nature. Unless one uncle shot himself in the head and one aunt suffocated herself with a plastic bag per the instructions in a paperback version of “Final Exit,” your people just aren’t that crazy. Oh, and don’t forget my great aunt Rose, [...]
Parental shame is a two-way street, and my kid is already pedaling down it — in the pink tricycle he insisted we buy him. Will I embarrass my son? Sure. That’s a given. But that dude is going to shame me, too. Enough worrying about all I have done and will do to make him [...]
It doesn’t matter if the brick red polish on my fingernails is so chipped I look like Courtney Love coming off a bender. No, I mean, it deeply, truly does not matter. And I really believed it mattered. The sight of my jacked up hands on the steering wheel made me slightly tempted to veer [...]
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