The House Smells

09/22/16 • 2 min

Once, when the family was broke – we bought that muffin dough that comes in an exploding can was on sale: 1 can for a dime.

We bought some sort of pig rind that the butcher essentially gave to us.

We rendered the fat – fried that cheap dough into doughnuts.

It was a triumph.

Once, when the family was broke – we bought that muffin dough that comes in an exploding can was on sale: 1 can for a dime.

We bought some sort of pig rind that the butcher essentially gave to us.

We rendered the fat – fried that cheap dough into doughnuts.

It was a triumph.

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Turner for the Worst

I left the church because I would not be – what we called at the time – a “cafeteria” Catholic. This is somebody who picks and chooses what they believe, rather than believe the entire fabric required by the faith.

I once made my - now 16 year-old - cry because I sternly corrected what I believed to be selfish behavior on a Christmas morning when she was about 4.

Not my strongest moment as a parent, which she reminds me of from time to time. She and her 20 year-old sister would say that I overly emphasized the notion that consequences accompany behaviors.

They are likely right.

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Use Your Words

"TV rots your brain.”

My parents tell me this early in life.

Being stout, I braved it nonetheless. At age 8, watching Batman, I calculated: I am doing OK in school and I still have good motor skills. It must affect the organ slowly.

At 16, I realized my parents had offered the gem as a metaphor. I have mentioned that I am slow?

Metaphors amplify the truth. Lies hide it.