Posts under ‘Ties that bind...and gag’
Pictures of childhood
This will be the book jacket cover photo of my memoirs.
One of the first poems ever written for me
*I found this old poem in a bedroom drawer last night, folded neatly amongst crusted over nail polish bottles and single lost earrings. A poem out of place for a person out of place. Adanna Thompson, wherever you are, I still don’t know how much I should read into that last line.
Six Flags amusement douche
When my aunt repeated for the fourth time that riding that one water park ride was like getting an enema and thorough douching at once, I realized I haven’t written in a while.
10 things Daddy taught me or at least, tried to
10. Gray is the best color, because it has few variations. There is light gray and there is dark gray. There is no turquoise gray.
Family Handyman rejects
My dad used to like to tease my mom about how the more educated she became, the less she actually knew how to do. I viewed this as an overt display of insecurity that he was married to a woman with both nice boobs and a Master’s degree, when he merely finished high school, followed by a few college courses. And he doesn’t have nice boobs, either.
10 things Mama taught me or at least, tried to
10. Bedskirts are absolutely essential. Anyone who doesn’t have a bedskirt is a filthy individual you oughta steer clear of.
Spring begins with you
She’s the box on the calendar with “Spring begins” in italics. And she’s a favorite song played over and over until every beat is the irregular heartbeat she was born with. She’s a creaky voice late at night, the bed smelling like dirty dog and clean laundry.
Lone Star survey
*I stole this from April. She calls it the “If it ain’t in Texas, you don’t need it” survey.
Bad words
My dad overhears my cousin Jessica, age three, say she hates something.
