*Source: TJ Since I hit the road last week, every night I’ve been waking up confused in the dark: Where am I? Who am I? Whose bed is this? Why am I not in my own bed? Where’s the bathroom? Over the past days I’ve been amazed at how nasty and grumpy people have been. I’ve been despairing at the toxicity of humanity. The airport was a sea of hisses and snarls and sneers and […]
Read moreDay: December 30, 2009
Mixed Emotions
Mom (now officially called “Small”) is so organized, she frightens me. She alphabetizes her spices. She writes down everything she’s cooking for dinner each night, along with the time it goes into the oven and at what temperature, and the time it gets whisked out. Opening the icebox door, she showed me a casserole (“That goes in at 5:45″), a cookie sheet of potato boats, and a tray of shrimp arranged like flower petals around […]
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