Fourth of July To Go

It started towards the end of the school year, when Mom got really tired. She grew frail, had trouble walking from the car to the store. By summer, her skin was grayish and she stayed in bed with the curtains drawn. Daddy was busy being mayor, although it seemed everyone in town was turning against... Continue Reading →

My Mom and Mr. Wainwright

Dad hit the brakes hard as we backed out of the driveway, nearly clipping the monumental Clinton/Gore ’92 billboard at the edge of our lawn. A few days ago, Mom had countered his Bush/Quayle sign with her own, staking it down in the yard while he was at work. “That thing is a hazard,” Dad... Continue Reading →

Taco Dinner

We’d just watched the fireworks. Same as last year. Mom, Dad, Michelle and the kids. And me. I was there, rubbery and bleary after a day with the old man. It was after ten as Ally set the table. Schedules were like the wallpaper at my parents’ house. Layered and outdated. Mostly ignored. “I’m not... Continue Reading →

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