Cheesecake is a Privilege, Not a Right
Do any of you parents have wrestlers? While I’m pretty sure I’ll pack on an extra fifty pounds before this cookbook is done, I feel super-sorry for The Dude. He’s borderline for his weight bracket and Mr. Wright (former state wrestler) has been training The Dude hard and serving as the food police. So sad… … Read more
Somebody is Always Broken or Bleeding
Last night I cut my finger while slicing a loaf of bread. It’s not an unusual event. In fact, I fillet myself quite frequently. If Mr. Wright had his way, my kitchen tools would be pared down to rolling pins and spoons, though I frequently manage to find a way to injure myself with those, … Read more
Belts Are the New Lace Panties
I’m not one to admit defeat easily, but I must confess that I am still unable to comprehend the fashion sense of today’s teens. Chalk another point for the generation gap. The jeans boys must – and do – wear are loose enough to hang halfway off boxer shorts-clad buttocks. When I first saw this … Read more
Daddy Got Lei’d on Father’s Day…
…and boy, was he surprised!The kids made candy leis and “sodas” for Mr. Wright at church for Father’s Day. How cute are those?! The leis are mini candies, wrapped in plastic wrap and strung together with ribbon. The sodas are malt glasses, filled with unwrapped chocolates for the “soda” and topped with mini marshmallows and … Read more
And… More Hate Mail!
When it rains, it pours. I called Pepper downstairs, where I was working, to do an errand for me. I could tell she’d been crying. I asked her what was wrong. “My mom said she’s not going to see us for the month of July,” she squeaked. “Of course she is!” I exclaimed. “Why do … Read more
I’m Much Too Young to Feel This Damn Old
ALERT: There is absolutely no humor in this post. It’s nothing but a “The Gonzo Mama feeling sorry for herself” post. You’ve been warned. I can’t really say when this feeling began. Perhaps the breaking point was waking up one morning and finding that I’d become the un-expectant mother of seven children at the ripe … Read more
Wife, Mother… Exhibitionist
To date, I have subjected three generations of Wright men to the horror of my naked body. My husband, the middle Wright, seems unharmed by the experience, but it’s unlikely that the eldest and youngest of the clan escaped permanent scarring. Neighbors, parcel deliverymen and some unsuspecting Jehovah’s Witnesses have also been victimized, but I … Read more
What Generation Gap?
Staying on the cutting edge of parental coolness is hard work, but I’m committed. In fact, I go out of my way to let my kids know how hip I am, and I’m dedicated to bridging the so-called Generation Gap. What is that, anyway? Sure, there’s a world of difference between my parents’ generation and … Read more
