Six Generations of First Born Women

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Friday, May 30, 2003

MY GOD IS BETTER THAN YOUR GOD

The God wars scare the shit out of me. We've got the Bushies stoking up the rabble on the right. God is here, God is with us, God is on our side, God is on my side, but only my God is the true God. Unfortunately the Muslims seem to feel the same way about Allah. A day doesn't go by when I don't... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 29, 2003

SIP AND SUP

The work ethic runs through my family with a vengence. Nothing is given, everything must be "earned". My dad was always "at work". When he did finally come home some nights for dinner, if he talked at all, he talked about work. Transmissions gone bad, leaky gas tanks, over heated radiators, my dad... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

A DEATH IN THE FAMILY

It was my 14th birthday. Mom had fixed a big meal and the whole family was sitting around the living room trying to digest it. The TV was on in the corner and I was sitting at my Great Grandma Cook's feet. She was a sweet woman who still looked damn good for almost 90. My back was resting against... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

LEARNING TO RUN

Exercise was something no one in my family ever did. Dad was always at work (or so we thought). My mother thought ironing the sheets was strenuous enough. She thought listening to the Brooklyn Dodgers games on the radio in the summer was sport. My little brother was slightly overweight and very shy.... Sign in to see full entry.

SMOKING AND DRINKING

My mother kept a ceramic box filled with cigarettes on the coffee table in the living room. They were for guests. Every table had an ash tray. Ash trays were popular Christmas gifts that we kids would make in elementary school art classes. It was the 1950's. My dad smoked cigars then. Big, fat... Sign in to see full entry.

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