Bits and Pieces: My Mother, My Brother, and Me

by Whoopi Goldberg

when I came home for lunch, those scrambled eggs were still on the table, waiting for me.

OMG. Same here! Alwwys detested scrambled eggs and there they would be vwaiting for me when I got home from school. Ugh.

Chatty Cathy doll,

BIG SMILE!

“Why do you need to know that? Why can’t I tell you Santa Claus brought it? Why isn’t that enough?” She never spilled her secrets. She’d just smile, look at me sideways, and say, “It’s all magical as far as I know.”

That would drive me nuts!

I remember her riding her electric bicycle off to her college graduation, her gown billowing out behind her. I don’t know why she didn’t want Clyde and me there, but that was how she was. She never wanted to interrupt anybody else’s day.

That is so crazy

She stopped walking and faced me. “Listen. I left everything. I took what I wanted. I dropped the house key into the incinerator, and I left.”

Her mother is NUTZO!

“I know Marlon left you a part of the island, but we’d like to ask you to give it back because if everybody keeps theirs, there won’t be an island left.”

Huh? What kiind of sense dkes that make? You can't take the piece with you to another country!