I passionately despised baths as a little kid. It was the worst thing ever. I went as many days as I could without one and considered each day a great personal victory. Inevitably, it would fall on my brother Michael to get me into the bathtub. He would start the day off by saying, “Today …
Happy birthday Miki, I remember when I turned 8, a long time ago. I didn’t say much to adults. I learned not to attract attention and to try and stay out of their way. Children weren’t supposed to say much. I was a wee little thing, the smallest in my class. I loved my friends …
JD is sitting on my porch at dusk and my husband and I are howling with laughter. I only catch half of what he is saying. I miss the second half of what he is saying because of his exaggerated Mexican accent, and the other half because he won’t pause for his audience to recover …
I’m watching myself run away. Down the dusty dirt road I go. Stomping with vexed resolve, I’ll never come back, oh, no! That’s the last time they dismiss me… I don’t have to put up with this… They’ll miss and appreciate me now… I left with nary a kiss. I overstuffed my favorite …
Careful now! I cautiously stick my big toe into the shower to test the temperature. Too cold. I jerk my faithful harbinger out and turn the knob counterclockwise ever so slightly. The second testing proves only tepid. I turn it up again and inch my way into the stall, I unwittingly touch the cold wall and breathe …