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This entire piece was absolutely delightful, David, but these lines were stellar: Thank you.

“How many fires are you guys planning on having?” I asked.

Two nights ago, I dreamt that I’d married my Dad.

I feel like I’m taking quaaludes underwater.

Dad looks embalmed. He keeps tipping over sideways on the couch, eyes half closed, and Mom keeps having to prop him up like Weekend at Bernie’s.

I asked her if there was a lot of sexual harassment going on upstairs behind the curtain in our bedroom where she works from home.

“A very small banana,” Dad said

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Wow, I'm humbled, truly. Thanks for your encouragement, it means a lot. 😊

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