“Now remember everybody, this is for Mom. Outside the restaurant, just before swinging the door wide and walking inside my Dad would stop us and say, ( 10 Meaningful Practices for Every Writer) Conflict Then his big finish, his hook was, “Everyone pick something affordable. Because he was looking forward to the night out, and possibly had some kind of amnesia where my brother was concerned. This was his sizzle reel and tagging mom added the emotional component to the pitch.
The treat is, being together as a family, and giving your mother a break from creating a meal. Never mind where we were, New Jersey, New York City or Northern Michigan my father would, with well-rehearsed words say, I was the North Star right in the middle of the war between the Big Dipper and Cassiopeia except I was a rarely sited star in the constellation of our family even though I longed to be seen. And there I sat, at the nexus of my brother Ray’s crummy moods, ADHD or Asperger’s and my father’s galvanic need to fix him. My father was and is best described as an intense, idealist with a steel girder of a work ethic and a charm that wears thin under the gun of his laser focused attentions. I used to say that my brother suffered from a case of severe assholishness, but I said it quietly and to myself because my father didn’t need any help pinpointing my brother’s shortcomings. I coped by being careful and good and funny which was like an invisibility cloak in high school but as much as I tried to blend in, my older brother Ray stood out in the most threatening way possible for a good girl and that was as a bad boy.Īt home we called him, Open Crab Face sandwich because I don’t think douche bag was a recognizable slur at that time.
We were people who had Mediterranean ancestors, dark hair, dark eyes, tan skin, and everyone else in White Pine looked very Scandinavian we became the town’s diversity-before diversity was a good thing.
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