“What do you want me to do with Wooly Bully?” my mom asked. She had presented me with some plastic trash bags of stuffed animals, the most prominent member of which was the gentleman who prompted the discussion to begin with– my first husband. “Do with him?” I said. “What do you mean?” Like, were […]
Read More On My First Husband“Aunt Nina,” my mother said. “Aunt Tilly… Uncle Herb….” These aunts are my mother’s great-aunts, my grandmother’s aunts. We were driving Grandma home from Christmas dinner. We had found a topic of conversation that was safe. That is difficult. My grandmother has names of her great-aunts and uncles, and their jobs, and terrible fears, and […]
Read More Holy InnocentsThis week, I hate Mary. It’s all so easy for her, isn’t it? God gives her a kid. She already has a great fiancé, the kind of guy who believes you when you say God knocked you up. Let’s not forget: she’s about to become one of the top ten subjects of representational artwork on […]
Read More DumbDancing begins when women are brave. A man can almost never begin the dancing. Women dancing alone, or with one friend, might be weird or need to claim they are drunk, but men dancing alone have to be drag queens or rock stars. Ideally, two or three women will begin the dancing. One woman dancing […]
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