Posts Tagged ‘mother’

Licorice Tea And A Canvas Painted Entirely In Green.

In Paroxysm, Reckonings on 3 August 2010 tagged memory, mother, sea foam green with 2 comments

And so I am home and camp was a million different kinds of brilliant, and star-gazing in a waterless lake and falling hard and fast and mad in love with writing, all over again. But I am home again, and I’ve to work.
In fact, today was the first day of my summer internship, and on [...]

Untoward Happenings, Or, A Blind Spot.

In Occasions, Reckonings on 30 December 2009 tagged blind spot, mother, motorist with 5 comments

On the way back from Tarragona, my mother informs the rest of the car that she wants to buy tomatoes. Her body is built into, but not limited to, the space of the driver’s seat. In quantum physics, observing an object changes it, due to the instruments used in observation. How can we know anything, [...]

Bipolar Part 2 of ∞

In Kin on 5 December 2009 tagged bipolar, crazy, drag queen, mother, teen, thermoluminescence with 4 comments

At two o’clock in the morning my mother turns on all the lights in the house. She wipes off her shoes and shucks off her lipstick. My mother breathes like the bogeyman, leaving shell-shaped marks of perspiration on the walls. She opens a drawer to tuck in the silk grey scarf and the matching elbow-length gloves [...]

Bipolar Part 1 of ∞

In Paroxysm on 17 October 2009 tagged bipolar, mother, Paroxysm with no comments

When I walk into my room I see it as a secret base: a screwdriver for when she locks herself in the bathroom, a phone with a doctor on speed dial, several packs of Kleenex, a box of medication underneath my photo albums. It is odd to be keeping the medication of one’s mother underneath [...]

Day Of Our Dead.

In Nation on 1 November 2008 tagged death, melodrama, mother with no comments

There are no children in the patio today, save for that stray child trotting around morosely, kicking around wet leaves and screaming “Ole! Ole! Ole!” for no apparent reason. I wonder what his mother has been feeding him. I wonder if I should contact Social Services.
Today, children are being forced into suits and dark dresses, [...]

My Mother Is The Master Of The Double-Cross.

In Brain Functions on 10 October 2008 tagged ballot, mother, obama, teenagerdom with no comments

The ballots came today, and, like all quick, devious creatures, my mother has discovered how to capitalize off our worst fears.
Mother: If you don’t pick up your socks from the floor, I’m voting for McCain!