She's Gone
I am six years old today. “Put your coloring books away,” says my mother. “Grandma is on her way over.” I do as she says, but can’t help asking, “Why?”… Read more »
I am six years old today. “Put your coloring books away,” says my mother. “Grandma is on her way over.” I do as she says, but can’t help asking, “Why?”… Read more »
Apparently I caused my mother varying degrees of exasperation (and embarrassment, I’m sure) when I was a small child because I refused to keep my clothes on. According to her, I… Read more »
…And gag. Ugh. Bondage, anyone? Nope, not today. I’m (un)tying knots of a different kind, and the only kinks I’m dealing with are in my back because I slept for… Read more »