[family]

The letter I, for Insanity; or, my sister packs for college. about her touchlight Sarah: This is the most awesome thing ever! Me: I'm the most awesome thing ever! Sarah: You and my touchy light should talk sometime! later ... Me: Oh, there's a dollar! Can I have it! Sarah: ... (in a very 'No,&hel...

AM listening to my mother talk with my brother. Conversation not going well. I have a feeling this is what I'll be hearing about at lunch with her tomorrow. She's crying, raising her voice, which means my brother is being a jack-ass. And it's weird, because I can see both sides of it. I mean,&hel...

Yes, I did stay up all night the past two nights reading (fan)fiction; why do you ask? It occurs to me that I have no idea what my father does for a living. He works with software, but now that he's working at home, he's leaving his work all over the office and um, yeah.…

on his leg. I'll be sleeping. Yay for more of my cranky ornery father! I'm buying him personalised ketchup bottles See? Not a bad daughter.

I am a lot like my mother, in the way we both look too young for our age but also in the way our temper sits, bubbling vitrolic, tempting the gods to spill it over. How long can four people lived in such a closed space when two of them are so much alike, one…

I have this song stuck in my head. I think it's because I want to go to Beloit with my kid sister tomorrow (today, but I haven't slept yet) to see the grave of my Uncle Bill. But no-one has invited me and I'm not about to invite myself. Today, instead, I plan on sleeping.…

So, I got back on Saturday from the Twin Cities. And I drove back the last two hours of the drive, from Wisconsin Dells. And my mother ... she just can't be in a car when someone else is driving. For instance, I switched lanes to pass and she FLINCHED. I am not a terrible…