My mom really wanted a nice picture of her and the boys. And wouldn’t take NO for an answer. Behold. Trying to get Andrew to look at the camera. Except for Ian, no one really looks very thrilled. Or photogenic. Mauling him seems like the logical next step Oh Andrew. I know how you…
That’s How We Roll
Disco Ball? Check. Incense? Check. Dollar bills? Check. A sea of red stained lips, short skirts, over-processed blonde locks and rhinestone studded stilettos? Check. Cigarette smoke billowing from ashtrays? Check. Another Sunday morning mass at our Orange County, California Polish church? Check. (this disco ball hangs several dozen feet from the altar of…
Sometimes 2nd Graders Know Best
You may have heard through the grapevine (me) that I have written a children’s book recently. The story was inspired by the relationship between Andrew and Ian, and is entitled Superheroes Don’t Have to Wear Capes. My ridiculously talented friend Spiral (that’s her professional name, not her birth name, which, if it were, would NOT…
I Hope This Thick Skin Will Look Good On Me
You come to a point, as a writer, where you have to choose.What’s more important? That people love me, respect me, cherish me? Or that I tell it like it is and stay true to the story, no matter the consequences? On the day I first chose to write about my struggles with alcoholism, I chose the latter. I…
Pregnancy Weight
I know it may seem ridiculous to keep referring to the extra pounds I carry around my middle (and my back, and my sides, and….oh to hell with it…they’re everywhere) as pregnancy weight, especially when you consider that the last time I played host to a 65 pound bundle of joy was back in 2003.…
I Wish You Were an Alcoholic Too
Yesterday scared me. I awoke to a pounding headache, the back of my head throbbing in the darkness of the early morning.I took some Tylenol, made some tea, and settled onto the couch, awaiting the rush of energy and happiness that would follow once my head stopped trying to kill me. The pain eventually went…
It’s Not Like It’s a Four Letter Word
My sister and I met up for a sushi lunch yesterday, with my beloved, squeaky Andrew in tow (hooray for two weeks of Spring Break!). We ordered our food and proceeded to try and engage in meaningless conversation while Andrew proceeded to try and do everything you aren’t supposed to do in a tiny, cramped,…