A Collection of City Thoughts


Thursday, October 7, 2010

Post-Surgery in Suburbia, on meds.

Neurotic and overbearing as she can be, God bless my mother. Bless her for cloistering me here in my childhood suburban home; for making me tea; for making my bed; for cooking me breakfast; for icing my knee; for making me watch awful entertainment television; for yelling at me to stop working; for listening to me ramble incoherently; for keeping me company. God bless my mother.