Monday, November 23, 2009

Memory Time La la la

In the old southern kitchen, with its pineapple stencils and cornflower blue cabinets, I sit eating a ham and cheese sandwich at the table. I had just finished an hour long crying jag (I was around 9 or 10) and the effort had left me ravenous. As I watched my mom clearing dishes from the drying rack I told her, "Food always tastes better after you've cried."

I saw her back stiffen. "Please don't ever, ever say that. Ever again."

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