One morning back in Sydney, in the middle of putting his socks on, Artie asked me, “Mama, how do you say ‘fucking’ in Chinese?”
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Tag: Mom
The Do-over
About a year ago, my parents visited us in Sydney for the second time, to meet Chompy*. On their third day, I mentioned to my dad that I needed to go to the laundromat.
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Earlier this evening an old friend of my parents joined us for dinner at Grandpa’s house. My parents told her not to bring any dishes – Grandpa doesn’t each much and they’d cooked enough to ensure leftovers for at least two more meals – but Mrs. R– hopped in ten minutes late carrying a big pot of “lion head” meatballs and a smaller platter of stir-fried cucumber and sliced fish cakes. Continue reading “Little Children”
How to Win Friends and Influence People Like My Mother Does
My mother has a boyfriend.
“His name is José,” she says, slowing pulling the car into the parking lot of the golf club in the hills behind our house. We are headed for the driving range. “I wonder if he’ll be there today. He always drives up in his little maintenance cart and goes, ‘Ooooliviaaaaa! Ooooliviaaaa!’ And then he gives me free balls.”
“Why?”
She shrugs, “He just likes me a lot.”
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My Parents Are in Canada
My mom has a problem. Maybe it’s a motherly thing, where in conversations you let your daughter go on and on about her trip to London and Italy and then her weekend plans (to DC! For Tom’s nephew’s second birthday) and when she finally asks you how you’re doing, time is running short and you can’t say much so you just nod, “Fine, fine, everything’s good,” and then your daughter, being satisfied that she’s caught her mother up on her life and, it seems, vice versa, decides there really isn’t anything else to say so you both happily hang up.
Except my parents are now in Canada. Continue reading “My Parents Are in Canada”
An Update From My Mother
My mother called today with some urgency in her voice. I braced myself. She has a tendency to begin good and bad news in the same ominous way: “I have something to tell you,” she said. Continue reading “An Update From My Mother”
Why I Chose to Live in Sin (And So Should You!)
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| The view atop Sargent Mountain in Acadia National Park, Maine |
This Saturday, Tom and I move in together. Continue reading “Why I Chose to Live in Sin (And So Should You!)”
A Note on my Mother
I don’t often write about my mother, but birth and mothers go hand-in-hand and both days are upon us. Continue reading “A Note on my Mother”
Anniversaries: My Mother’s Take
Leaving the theater on Wednesday night, I checked my phone and saw that my mother had called during the show. She left a message: Continue reading “Anniversaries: My Mother’s Take”
Turning 28
On my birthday last Friday, my father called.
“When are you coming home again?” Continue reading “Turning 28”
VERY HIGHBROW 