“So here it is, my darling…”
His excuses were prefixed.
Her responses were prix fixe.
The Argument
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Monthly Archives: August 2011
Getting to Know Me (All About Me)
I wanted to start an all girls’ punk band called “Epstein’s Mother,” and, yes, I am old enough to remember ‘Welcome Back, Kotter.’
I’ve been writing books (I started with manila paper and crayon) since age four. (My brother would tell you my tattling skills — he calls it tattling, I call it creative storytelling – started much earlier. I’m sort of a prodigy.) I am also a hula hooping savant. I’m the Rain Man of hula hooping. I need to parlay that into some sort of paid gig. Hey, if you build it, they’ll come…right? That’s what they say in all the movies…
Pajamas
Thought about pajamas today.
(Not because it’s a funny word, though that is true…)
It was one of the last things my mom and I talked about. Peejays. She had been on a ventilator for a couple of months that had required a tracheostomy. When she was awake and could mouth words to us in the rehabilitation wing of the hospital, it’s one of the first things she asked for.
So my sister and I went shopping. It was Dillard’s, I think.
We bought all kinds of pajamas, robes and gowns.
An armful.
They were never worn.
After she died, we had to return them. With the receipt.
Gimme an ‘S’
Originally published in … actually, I don’t know. It was written a while ago when I was in Portland.
Gimme An “S!”
I want a cheerleader.
I want a pom-pom squad of jumping, perky personality. I’m talking “Today Show” Perky. Someone who would make Katie Couric roll her eyes. Continue reading
