The Nipple Bra is further proof that it wasn’t entirely my parents’ fault.
I once heard a Moth storyteller blame her parents’ failure to meet the minimum requirements of a mother and father on the 1970s. It was a different and inexplicable time…
A dog ate my book.
MEMOIRS OF AN IMAGINARY FRIEND had an interesting week. Early in the week, I was contacted by a reader who had borrowed a signed copy of the book from a…
Overstated
My daughter, a possible future geologist, handed me a rock today and told me it was “the shiniest rock in the whole wide world.” It wasn’t. Not even close.
