My brother thinks he’s a writer. Gary got the notion after receiving positive feedback for his letters to the editor of a hot rod magazine. Now his favorite line is, “I can’t not write.” Whatever.
You see, I am a writer, and he knows this. I’ve taken countless creative writing courses, entered contests too numerous to mention, placed respectably in a few, and have indeed been paid for my work.
Gary has had his nose in one auto monthly or another for as long as I can remember. But I’ll bet he’s still more entertained by the pictures of all the pretty cars painted in crayon box colors, with shiny chrome blowers protruding from flame-striped hoods, than he is in the actual articles. Continue reading
Two weeks ago i went to my grandmas house to celebrate my mom’s birthday I was really excited because my grandma said that she had a very special dessert picked out boy was i surprised when the dessert turned out to be nasty fake raspberry ice cream. First of all the texture of the raspberry ice cream is disgusting my first mouthful was just sickening it tasted like little pieces of glass and dirt. I felt like throwing up. And, it’s the most boring dessert! When someone says i’ll treat you to ice cream i don’t expect to get a lumpy bowl of cold fruit. On top of being disappointed by a fruity dessert i partially don’t like artifically flavored anything what kid would pick raspberry ice cream over good old chocolate or vanilla. So the next time someone tells you they have a very exciting dessert planed don’t get your hopes up.
It’s that time of year again – when strangers indiscriminately share their most intimate bodily organisms. That’s right. I’m talking about flu season. Germs are everywhere. Name a surface, the pesky little microbes have taken up residence.
My primary role during holiday food prep is to stay out of the way. Jerry does most of the cooking – OK all the cooking. Once, a few years back I got inspired to whip up a batch of homemade cranberry sauce. But just that one year. It seemed like a lot of work when an equally satisfying version is available on the shelf of any grocery, pharmacy, or dollar store this time of year. Since then, my list of duties includes setting the table, and scouring the cupboards in search of the gravy boats that we use twice a year. We never manage to store them in the same place during the frenzy of post-holiday hazmat cleanup.
I watched an interview with Sully co-star, Aaron Eckhart. He’s working on a movie based on his mother’s memoir about her hardscrabble life growing up on the Montana plains. It got me thinking about my memoir and whether my daughter would appreciate the grueling torment that embodied growing up in the ’60s in the unforgiving San Francisco suburbs.
