Today is the day that I woke up as my 80-year-old self. Grumpy, inconsolable, maybe something closer to a two year old if it weren’t for all the Diet Mountain Dew drinking. Nothing is quite right. My mother called at 8:20 on one of the two days of the week that I would ever be [...]
Author Archives: kris
Reservations
03.28.11 –
I miss meat so much that I ache. It’s a visceral reaction, as they say, a longing I feel in my belly and my bones. I feel the need like I do for a shower on a weekend of parties, two days of dancing in smoky rooms and spilling beer on my jeans. I have [...]
On togetherness
03.26.11 –
My mother turned 70 this month. My sister, the event planner of the family, put together a divine bash, a dinner for my mother and 30 of her closest friends. It was a lavish event for the Likeys, one with servers and a guest book and shrimp cocktail and adult beverages. There was many a [...]