by Freddy
13 December 2010
A guest post by my Sweet Boy My sister’s lilting giggle. My mom’s dry and low laugh. Gasping in reverse. And weeping. My laughter, too. Occasionally someone falls off a chair. It’s my Dad. He makes us laugh every day. My mom scolds. Wildly inappropriate. But she is laughing, too. We all are. Out of [...]
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by Freddy
7 November 2010
A guest post by my Sweet Boy Now remember, Freddy, my mom says, little Cs. I plunge the whisk into the bowl. The eggs begin to foam, their yolks diffuse. C…C…C. I think I’m getting the hang of this. C…C…C. The eggs settle. Great job, Freddy Bear, my mom chirps. I flash a smile of [...]
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