Tag Archives: Sisters

I Told My Brother How He Was Going To Die

I was the oldest child in my family.   I can also say I was a bastard older brother, mostly I think it was because I always wanted to be a single child.   So far barring any other additions (extremely unlikely) I’m the oldest of eight.   So my dreams of being a single child didn’t really

Looking Back At A Month of Mom

I never truly finished my “Month With Mom Series“, I was working on the novel for NANOWRIMO, and then came back and ran out of steam to finish the blog article series.  It’s take me over a month, but I wanted to address a couple comments.  The first came from my youngest sister who still

A Month With Mom – Part 20 – I Want It, So You Can’t Have It

My sister’s email I published yesterday has my stories out of whack now.   I was originally going to relate the story of my mother and the cedar chest, but I already did that.   If you missed it, here it is: I will now give you an example I have full memory and first hand knowledge

Online Activity for 2008-11-19

My complete and daily online activity for you to go all voyeuristic on. Yesterday 1:01am Creeva posted 8 items on Blogspot. (Show Details) A Month With Mom – Part 18 – My Mother Issues A Month With Mom – Part 18 – My Mother Issues A Month With Mom – Part 19 – My Sisters

A Month With Mom – Part 19 – My Sisters View

A while back I received the following email from my sister (It’s been mildly edited to protect names and some grammar): So I just read your blog.. I must add something.. and you make me realize mom doesn’t ever say anything nice about me.. and I’m not writing this to bitch about her either but

A Month With Mom – Part 12 – Gossip Girl

My mother loves to gossip.  She loves to spread gossip.  She loves to receive gossip.  If you are familar with the musical “The Music Man” at all she is one of the “Pick A little, Talk A Little Women” She would go to the community pool under the pretext of watching my sisters swim. If

A Month With Mom – Part 9 – Favoritism

I don’t have my child yet, let alone more then one. I do however suspect parents have a favorite child. If not a direct favorite, at least a favorite to do certain things with. My parents were no different. I could pull out favoritism on my father’s side, but that doesn’t matter, when that was