Our tiny bums were like creme-colored hillocks skewered by a radio tower.
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Our tiny bums were like creme-colored hillocks skewered by a radio tower.
Let me make a suggestion. If you are fifteen and learning how to drive, angst-ridden for no good reason and straining to distance yourself from your parents who “just don’t understand you,†you need to remember that everything you say can and will be used against you. Your intellectual parry-and-thrust is less impressive than you […]
If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep such epiphanies to yourself.
My mom is given to verbal blunders. At dinner one night, she was describing an encounter she’d had that day at the grocery store. She’d drop a friend off to run inside then parked. She was waiting inside her blue Suburban. The windows were down. A man pulled into the parking space to her left, […]