Archive for August 2007

Erase Me

Posted to Stories on the topic of Autobiographies on 26 August 2007, with 2 comments so far.

by Chuck—Age 32—Hollywood, CA
Age 5, my father sits me on his lap in his Oldsmobile and lets me drive us into a snow bank and then yells at me. I later have nightmares about being in cars until I have my own license. Later, my mother teaches me how to drive in a cemetery.
Age 10, […]

The Dog Ate My Life

Posted to Stories on the topic of Work on 22 August 2007, with 4 comments so far.

by Rosemarie—Age 55—Los Angeles, CA
Sixteen, working behind the deli counter that’s taller than me, the same old man comes every week to buy a half pound of nose-snotty, slip-ploppy, ripped-out-alien-guts oysters.
Seventeen, singing folk songs for the Friday night country clubbers’ dinner hour, I am not discovered.
Nineteen, one month pregnant with her, I need a job. […]

Director of Domestic Bliss

Posted to Stories on the topic of Work on 20 August 2007, with 3 comments so far.

by Lorri—Age 44—Renton, WA
My most ill-suited job was as a babysitter, which I quit after a boy three years younger and two inches taller wrapped me in a rug and rolled me into the hall closet, singsonging his version of a popular commercial: “You know how my dad spells relief? F-U-C-K-I-N-G.”
My favorite job […]

Sentences

Posted to Stories on the topic of Work on 11 August 2007, with 3 comments so far.

by Holly–Age 37–Spokane, WA
Age 17:
Waitressed at The Huckleberry, in the mountain town of McCall, Idaho. I was eager to please. Customers scared me. Coworkers slipped me Xanax. Later, in college, I studied for tests with one sentence taped to my desk: Never Waitress Again.
Age 22:
Graduated with a B.A. in English; moved home, waitressed again. One […]