My sister and I spent many of our Thanksgivings with Patricia’s family in a light purple flat deep in San Francisco’s Richmond district.
Ramblings while on a slow suburban death.
Month: November 2014
The ritual post-Thanksgiving writing exercise required that Sister Linda’s third grade class detail the holiday events.
Daddy teaches me how to to eliminate Public Enemy No. 1
Published by Anna Pirhana on November 3, 2014My father forced me to go to the polling booth with him every year. Dressed in my Catholic school uniform, I would walk with him to the local polling station, where he would force me to stay in my spot as he moved towards a heavy apparatus that looked like an essential part of Frankenstein’s laboratory.