Fortysomething

On these drives sometimes we talk, and it's the best time when Madeleine engages.

Then I look back on the passed years and see that I have a stalled career, a daughter who is growing resentful, and words that come harder and harder.

I've gone cold turkey for years now, but somehow, now closing on my fifties, the habit has snuck its way into my life again. Perhaps I think I can get away with it.

My 78 year old mom came to visit, and we dropped by Safeway, today. She loves this store. They don't have Safeways in Texas. She insisted on buying 3 cases of bottled water (40 bottles each case). I grabbed the closest one I found, but those were $6.

My daughter muttered, "Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou" on Saturday when I was going over her allowance on Greenlight. Her mom was sitting right there. I think I'm the only person she would curse at. She knew it was bad, because she didn't say it loudly. But she

I hope in some small way, as we deal with commutes and spouses and kids and putting the dishes in the dishwasher and making sure the forks go with the forks and the spoons go with the spoons that we find the way back to ourselves?