When I was a little boy, I thought both of my parents were brilliant. Does everyone assume that of his own parents? Or was that just me?
Both of my parents had college degrees and both had started their careers as teachers. (Mother spent her entire career teaching.) They both seemed to know everything — at least compared to me — so I guess I thought they had been good students, especially because they expected me to do well at everything in school.
I figured out a long time ago that my mother had been both more creative and more academically gifted than he was. My father wasn’t stupid — and his head was actually stuffed with an impressive array of facts — but he wasn’t brilliant.
As I went through some of his remaining things to throw away today, I came across his college transcript — and I was shocked. He was a terrible student, far worse than I had imagined.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing world
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
Past feels like blurry watercolor, not like the history of real people
Shame and Fear still stand guard over my efforts to chase dreams
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Black? White? Brown? Santa Claus is any color you want to make him
Little remains in me of the person I was when I married for lifetime
What kind of savages are we today? ‘Pick ’em out and knock ’em out’