Deeper Mysteries Dinner was great. At first, it was hard to pay attention. Following her lead, however, I tried to pretend that the way her breasts jiggled beneath the blouse that she threw on wasn't the only thing that mattered. Things had started with a fever pitch, and it seemed that now Mom was just trying to slow things down a little bit. She actually looked kind of cute in her Betty Crocker apron. It was as though s...

The New Mom Fortunately, I suppose, our bathroom interlude had set the evening schedule back somewhat. It took me a full hour just to psychologically adjust. By the time I got down to the kitchen, the table was set, and Mom had already eaten. The evening meal, as good as it was, went past like a blur. She was really rushed from before the time I arrived at the table: on the phone, pulling together what she needed; half he...

The Beginning and the End I'm going to tell you a story. It is a beginning and an end for all stories. Each of us lives this story in our own version. This is mine. So, it's about me, and it's about you. My story begins with Margaret, my mother, but this story is also yours. Without her, you're lost at the outset. Read along, and perhaps you will find your story here as well. It's too late for you to meet her, unfortunate...