Wednesday, October 2, 2013 at the CSI Coffee Pub
Susan’s warm-up in the these five minutes: resident writing group
Mira’s father fought for her more than mine fought for me. My father was never very wealthy and Mira’s mother, who didn’t care as a result of her psychosis, didn’t even mind that our family was mostly only well to do because of my mother. Sometimes I’d hear Mira’s mother, who if I’m being honest, learned to believe was my own mother most days due to the sheer involvement in our home, crying about menial things—the marigolds and their haircuts, the stove and its secrets, and almost daily asking if “the crisper was only for lettuce”. I wanted to tell her it wasn’t just so I could find out what she would have liked to put in there instead.