Tag: Childhood

  • soaps, snakes and zits

    i recap a thursday and admit i’m a freak I talked to my friend Eleanor yesterday.  I hadn’t heard her actual voice since we met over a year ago.  My only way of keeping in touch with her since then was through her webpage, my webpage, and our e-mails.  It’s nice that we didn’t have…

  • the wall

    or why i’m afraid of wallpaper I got the part.  Starting August 1st I will be rehearsing for Polaroid Stories at Hyde Park Theatre, playing one Skinhead Girl. We are going to have a “dialogue” about what my hair will look like.  So, for now, I’ll just keep wearing it long, hoping that I’ll get…

  • self-torture

    through my amazing memory There’s a part of my brain that is sectioned off to remember things that hold absolutely no value for me. For some reason, periodically, since I was a child, I’ll be doing the most mundane thing, and my brain will say to me, “I’m going to remember this moment for the…

  • loop de love

    longing to be amusement park trash I was reading Love, Curiosity, Freckles and Doubt this morning and she was talking about roller coasters.  I love roller coasters.  I really do.  I love amusement parks.  I love everything about them.  I love getting my scaredy-cat friends on roller coasters.  Having moved around so much as a…

  • chihuahuas can talk

    and other things i learned from my grandmother It occurs to me that I’ve never mentioned my grandmother. I think this is because it may take a while to tell you everything.  This weekend my mom was up for Mother’s Day, and she went to see our play (Austinites!  Only two weeks left to see…

  • the name game

    how i became pamie My name was almost Amanda. That’s what my mother wanted to name me.  Amanda.  Well, maybe I would have been called Mandy.  I knew a few Amandas growing up, one of which got the horrible nickname “May-May.”  (I’ve lived in the deep south, as you can see). My father was the…