- Sitting in my sister's beat up , smashed up, blue Mitsubishi Gallant, with our stilettoed heels up on the
dashboard, reading all the racy parts in The Fountainhead.
- The first gift my mother gave me: A set of hairpins, on my 22nd birthday. Her words: You look like a chimpanzee
with that orange hair.
- My words to my mother on my 22nd birthday: Yes, and now I can look like an orange-haired chimp with hairpins.
And it's all thanks to you!
- The conversation I had with my mother on the porch in our old neighborhood. I was reading Congo and was on chapter six when ..
Why you read sex books? she had hissed.
I know you read sex books. You think I don't know?
What are you talking about?
(She jabbed at my book, her nails round and viscious. I bowled over with laughter. She had been reading "six"
as " sex" all along.)
- Oyaji's lighter, the one he always kept the breast pocket of his weathered, green parka.
- Having my shorts pulled down during a Powerpuff FootBall tournament.
- Ryan Soreno holding my arm longer than he should have, and realizing it.
- Joseph tracing my clavicle with the rough edge of his thumb.
- The first time I saw Haruki Murakami at a book signing....
..and my knees buckled.
These are the things that I will forever fold into my memory.
Shameless, shameless plug: For those reading this blog entry, if you have even a second, please, please, pretty please check out my story in Novel Section, called We Were There. It's a very personal story for me, and I need all the help I can get to improve. For those who have, thank you very much. I appreciate it
You need to be logged in to comment