“You ate your sausage butts.” “That’s what you say every time.” Last night at the dinner table, my husband made a comment that he apparently makes every time our son eats the round ends of the Italian sausage we serve on spaghetti night. When our son said, “That’s what you say every time,” my husband … Continue reading Repeating ourselves
I’ve been reading through my diaries, and have found plenty of scandal that made me laugh so hard I cried*: We all hate Crystal now. Guess what! We’re having a prom! (April 15, 1986; 11 years old) We don’t hate Crystal. I’m glad because she’s a lot nicer than Hilga [who determined who we hated … Continue reading Diary or Memory: Which is the Reliable Narrative?