I miss my grandmother the most when I’m sick.For years as a child her house is where I would convalesce when I was too sick to go to school. I would usually wake up in the morning pretending to be fine in an effort to still go to school (a combination of actually enjoying school … Continue reading Silver Sparrow
Category: Family
The Art of War
Have I mentioned that my mother has a propensity for being ridiculous? And also, that she was ready for grandbabies YESTERDAY?These things are important.If you don’t have a parent that is hell bent on getting grandkids outta your uterus whether you’re on board or not, there are a few things you should know about them. … Continue reading The Art of War
Cycles
(day 13 of 30 in 30)A few years ago, seated at the breakfast bar in a far flung aunt’s kitchen in St. Louis, my grandmother said the thing I have been avoiding admitting to myself for quite some time. We had stumbled onto the subject of my daddy, both of us lamenting the fact that … Continue reading Cycles
The One Where my Mama Throws me Under the Bus my Ex is Driving
My mom adores me. I am her only child, and I am pretty awesome. None of this is up for debate.But she never misses an opportunity to bowl me directly under a bus if she can help it.Such an opportunity arose on Christmas Eve, when we travelled home for the holidays.I touched down in Atlanta, … Continue reading The One Where my Mama Throws me Under the Bus my Ex is Driving
The One Where my Mom and I Talk About Vibrators
“Can I ask you a question?” my mom asks me quietly, as I am driving us back home one night from dinner.Here’s the thing; I don’t mind this question. Sure, it sets my teeth on edge, but I prefer this over other set ups for life altering conversations. (See: “We need to talk.” And also, … Continue reading The One Where my Mom and I Talk About Vibrators
About Being a Daughter
An anecdote so that you may come to understand how ridiculous my mother is…A couple years ago, she threw her then boyfriend a dinner party for his birthday. She’d gathered a large table of his friends, and was playing the role of doting girlfriend at a tucked away hipster restaurant known for its impressive wine … Continue reading About Being a Daughter
For the Fourth
I am not a preacher. I am the daughter of a southern Baptist minister, but that is really another story for another therapist. Despite that pedigree and a proclivity for giving good advice, I don’t preach. I am human and flawed and ridiculous like the rest of you. I have done nothing so great that … Continue reading For the Fourth
Codependent
The thing about being my mother’s daughter is it is never NOT about being her daughter.There have been stretches of time, sometimes even significant, where I can convince myself that I have carved out a space for my own life that does not coexist with hers. But, like any good, codependent relationship, this is pretty … Continue reading Codependent
Contact
Imagine your phone rings at your desk at work. After a quick glance at the caller ID, you decide not to answer right that second because you are up to the tip of your nose in a project you have to get out by 6pm. A few seconds later, your cell phone lights up and … Continue reading Contact
Next Door
There is a house on your street. It probably looks just like the house two doors down, and the one 2 doors down from that. Maybe it has a different color door from yours, and maybe a tree or two where one does not stand in your own yard. There is probably a neighbor there, … Continue reading Next Door
Liquor, Loans & Love 