Brownie points : Confessions of a bad son

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It never bodes well when it’s after 11 p.m. and caller ID shows it’s my 81-year-old Mom. Not because it’s something urgent and we’re an hour away.



No, usually because it’s something exasperating and I’m impatient.



She “desperately” needs chicken tenders, coffee filters or watermelon. Pepper jack cheese is a perennial need. She’s always desperate for pepper jack cheese.
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Published on August 11, 2014 09:59
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