Tag: cynicism

THE CYNIC WAS RIGHT

My mother was not a regular kind of mom. This confused me a lot while I was growing up. Other mothers made cookies, kissed boo-boos. Hung out with the other mothers in summertime. Swapped recipes. Watched soap operas. July 1963 - I'm the one in the middle with the shaggy dark hair and my mother is on … Continue reading THE CYNIC WAS RIGHT

MOM WAS RIGHT

My mother was not a regular kind of mom. This confused me a lot while I was growing up. Other mothers made cookies, kissed boo-boos. Hung out with the other mothers in summertime. Swapped recipes. Watched soap operas. My mother didn’t bake anything, much less cookies. She was a terrible cook because she hated it. She was … Continue reading MOM WAS RIGHT

I’m not sweet

I can't help it. I'm not. Sweet, I mean. Stuff about angels and how every cloud has a silver lining makes me ill. I want to scream and throw things. It makes me very angry. I think it's a big fat pack of lies. My life has not been sweet. I've had fun. I've had … Continue reading I’m not sweet