Can We Afford the Cost of War?

“Daddy will be home SOON! YAAAY!” My mother invented this cheer to ward off the persistent question my brother and I lobbed at her. I was eight and my brother was three but we both wanted to know the same thing:  When is Daddy coming home?  Her answer, “soon,” was neither lie nor truth, a tightropeContinue reading “Can We Afford the Cost of War?”

Parkinson’s: Stealing from Grandma

I began stealing from my grandma three years ago.  When I realized that one day I would not be able to wake up and find her sitting in the kitchen, watching a 13-inch black-and-white television, I needed something concrete.  I needed something tangible to slow the slide of time that had pushed, like a looseContinue reading “Parkinson’s: Stealing from Grandma”

For Girls Whose Mamas Dressed Them Like Boys

I never devised an appropriate way to get back at my mother for the shame of it all. I dreamed of it for years, though. We were shopping in the Post Exchange department store (called the PX by military folk). I stood still as she whipped a pair of jeans from the rack and heldContinue reading “For Girls Whose Mamas Dressed Them Like Boys”

Tilapia Worse Than Bacon?! The Horror!

In my post about food snobbery, I mentioned that my husband refuses to eat tilapia because, he says, it has no nutritional value. According to this article by Draxe.com, tilapia ranks lower than bacon on the you’re-killing-yourself scale. I wonder if my husband will have anything to say to me about the health benefits of eatingContinue reading “Tilapia Worse Than Bacon?! The Horror!”

May I Whoop Your Child, Please?

To question a famous proverb written by Hilary Clinton, if it takes a village to raise a child, does that include jacking them up?  Raising children is a very hands-on endeavor, and I would like to extrapolate that phrase to mean the village should lay hands on children when necessary. You pray over them and you pop them upsideContinue reading “May I Whoop Your Child, Please?”