By Robin J. Johnson
When I was too young for chapter books, I marveled at my mother. I puked in a white Tupperware bowl laying on the couch and she calmly put down her fork at her place at the kitchen table. She cleaned out the bowl while finishing what was in her mouth. I then had a clean bowl in front of me and she sat down to finish her dinner. I marveled at the love and power of a mother who could eat after cleaning puke. But then I started washing dishes and realized everyone ate leftovers from the puke bowl, including myself.
Wow this hit me straight in the guts. Fantastic switch in what sense we make of the mother in so few words. Great, wish I’d written it 😉
We had a pan. It was used to make meat loaf.
Great story. Small but mighty!
Powerful!
reading today’s stories while having lunch not turning out to be a good idea. like the interlaced emotions of a mother’s love and nausea, and the comic/ewe(?) ending