I feel old, but in a wizened way when I meet the woman who shows up my first day of work proclaiming loudly that she’s drunk, then later mentions her two children, one starting kindergartenRead more
They were my parents, doomed to drunkenness, cheating, and poverty. Neither attended school beyond eighth grade but they were never absent long from the bars where my mother drank away her bitterness and hatred for an absent mother and displayed her inspiration on the dance floor.
This is not the gene pool to fish for Sunday school teachers and pillars of the church community. Unless you’re Jesus.Read more