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I realized my mother was a bit outdated the moment she asked the poor farm store boy if he had any "nice, healthy cocks."
I realized my mother was a bit outdated the moment she asked the poor farm store boy if he had any "nice, healthy cocks."
Three years ago, I vowed to myself that if my father ever hurt my mom like he had hurt me that morning, I'd kill him.
When I came out to my dad, he was majorly pissed that I had found a loophole in the "No boys 'till you're 27" rule.
A 5'2" mother becomes a very imposing figure when angered while holding a vegetable knife.
Watching my mother lean over my father's coffin to kiss him and tell him goodbye was the most painful moment of my entire life.
Three years after my mother and her father stopped dating, she added me on facebook.
The 9-1-1 EMTs arrived after the seven longest minutes of my life.
As a child, my parents convinced me that when the ice cream truck played its song, it meant the ice cream was finished.
Mom unknowingly ate the mushroom chocolates I left in the fridge after the music festival.
After my mother judged me for what she discovered in my anonymous blog, for the first time in my life I understood why my father had left her and I forgave him.
I knew the plumber had arrived when I heard my mom laugh in a way she never does with my father.
I was relieved when my middle-school friend revealed to me that, unlike what my mother had told me, hot dogs were not the penises of pigs.
I believe it was unfair of my parents to put so much pressure on me as a child to make a choice as to what percent of milk I preferred.
We put our clothes back on so fast that if we hadn't hesitated in his room, panicking, his parents might never have found out.
The day my mother told me she wasn't sure what her life purpose was is the day I realized she's more than just my mother, but a human being with hopes and dreams independent of motherhood.
My liberal views about marijuana use disappeared surprisingly quickly upon finding a baggie full of it in my 15-year-old son's desk drawer.
It always brings a smile to my face when my dad tells large groups of strangers how he once cut himself on Jello.
I'm only 16, so why do I have to be the adult in every situation?
While cleaning out the closet in my room in the house I share with my parents, I found an old porn on VHS that I know does not belong to me.
I got up quietly, went out the side door, snuck around the back, and there was my father sneaking a cigerette, too.
My father almost died when I was 14 because I lied to my Mom, telling her there was nothing in the drawer where I found his suicide note.
A sleepover is a bad idea when your parents have really loud sex.
Sorry, Mom and Dad, but when I said "law school in Chicago" what I meant was "culinary school in Vegas."
When I called my dad, crying, from journalism camp and told him I had no friends, he explained, "Well, Eliot, you're kind of a nerd."
I first realized I was overweight when, at 12 years old, my dad congratulated me on my newest diet plan because he was placing a 'no fat chicks allowed' bumper sticker on the family's brand new boat bought for the following summer.
The other day, my mother, who knows of my eating disorder of seven years, informed me that I wasn't skinny.
Today my mother sent me a list of 25 ways I can improve myself.
His parents are as gothic as they come but he is a smiling, blonde haired kid with rosy red cheeks and happy blue eyes.
It was harder coming out to my father as a history major than as a lesbian.
Never could I have conceived that my own father would laugh at my kilt.
To this day I cannot comprehend why my parents laughed when I told them I wished I'd never been born.
Because I have an aversion to admitting weakness, I don't have the money to pay for next semester and my parents think it's already paid.
Spending New Year's Eve alone at my parent's house during my last winter break won't doom me to a lonely, sexless 2008, will it?
Standing next to my dad this Christmas, I realized for the first time that he's reached the age at which people begin to get shorter.
My best friend was ecstatic to meet her mother, the woman that walked out on her as a child.
Dad's been dead for six years and Mom died eight months ago, but my sister who was supposed to "take care of everything" just now got around to paying for their headstone.
I watched the old VHS tapes of him filming the ocean for most of the night with the sudden realization that he was filming the ocean because it was the last time he would ever see it again.
I opened the drawer expecting to find socks for my freezing cold feet, not kama sutra flash cards and a prescription bottle full of Cialis.
My dad was my best friend until the day he looked me in the face and said, "You know, I never really did think you were pretty."
I used to wish my parents would divorce so that we could all be happier.
Perhaps it was karmic retribution that in rising to hug my father goodbye, my kneecap dislocated, and I never got that hug.
It constantly amazes me that every single day it takes me a few minutes post-waking before I realize that my father has been dead for almost 2 years and my mom is on her way to jail for prescription fraud.
I hated long Sunday drives with my parents until the day they took me to see the redwoods.
I didn't tell my mom when I got my period, even though I promised that I would.
The greatest difference between me and my father is that, when playing games, I win and lose with grace, rather than with pride.
I was 42 and single when I got pregnant for the first time and my very religious parents surprised me by being happy rather than disowning me.
As I stared at the stunningly precious likeness before me, I blithely told him that if I were in his shoes, I'd be telling everyone that my baby looked just like me!
I don't really want to be an engineer but I REALLY don't want to be a failure to my parents.
My parents grounded me while I was in college, three hours from home.
My mother developed a criminal addiction to gambling because my father cheated on her twice.