#483: A Mom Thing

My mother was not Jewishbut would often use the nameof the traditional wineas if it were a swear word. She’d exclaim in frustration,“Manischewitz!” I never learned why she did this, nor did I knowwhat the word meantand I never asked. Only after she died, and I was thinking about all the oddballsayings of hers, didContinue reading “#483: A Mom Thing”

#328: This is For the Birds

When she was exasperated, my mother would say, for crying in a bucket, a variation of for crying out loud, which she would also say sometimes. Or, for Pete’s sake. She never said for Fuck’s sake, or Jesus on a stick, because she would have considered them obscene, and if my mother was anything, sheContinue reading “#328: This is For the Birds”