I feel like this is a dream - and I apologize for how I dressed some of you.
I came from an Italian house. The refrigerator was always full. I never knew you had to buy food. I thought there were food fairies that came at night.
Why can't I love him (a 2 yr old nephew) from afar? That's how I want to love him - through pictures and folklore.
It seems to be a common denominator with a lot of comics, this low self-esteem thing.
Flappers sounds like where waitresses go after they're too old to work at Hooters.
The more I go through parenting, the more I say I owe my mother an apology.