“I recently heard a facinating insight. A friend mentioned that it’s okay to bum around the house in your underwear if you’re alone with your boyfriend. It’s also okay to bum around the house in your underwear if you are alone with your sister. However, it is never okay to bum around the house in [...]
Archive for the ‘family matters’ Category
14 Aug
Epilogue: Nineteen Years Later
Back in 1988, my ten-year-old heart burst with a secret. My parents were going to open a bookstore. All they needed was a location, shelves, and books, and we were going to be in business! After harboring this secret for months, the plan finally came to fruition, and I was allowed to tell my friends [...]
23 Jul
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle
I have a unique fetish. I like to watch dogs poop. I think it’s so funny, the way they sometimes shake or look embarrassed yet do their business in public. I try not to let their human companions know that I’m looking on, but sometimes, it’s too mesmerizing not to stare. Since leaving the city, [...]
6 Jun
I’m smiling like this because I have no idea what’s going on
I think I broke myself. I’ve been wanting to do so many things since I got back from the weekend (including writing about the weekend) but I’m hex-austed, physically and mentally. I’ve been going to these conventions since I was a kid, but now that I’m an adult representing a company not owned by my [...]
15 May
Honor thy mother
By all accounts, my mom is the best. Additionally, the lady can write, as evidenced by her emails to me and an speech she wrote to introduce Alan Alda during a bookstore signing that was so well written, it threatened to outshine the star. So, this mother’s day, when we were both working in our [...]
18 Apr
There’s a bathroom on the right
I was listening to “Radar Love” on the radio yesterday, a song that I’ve loved since it was featured on the episode of The Simpsons where Bart gets a license and drives Nelson, Millhouse, and Martin to the World’s Fair in Knoxville. The thing is, I always misunderstood the lyric “Adrenaline comin’ on strong” as [...]
6 Apr
The miracle of life
I was born in mid-January, in 1978. If you trace back nine months from then, you land at April 8, 1977, Good Friday. I once asked my mother if there was a significant reason for choosing that date for baby-making. Her answer? “Your father had off work that day.”
