My mom is from Vietnam. A tropical clime. I suspect that the climate she is most accustomed to affects her behavior and beliefs a great deal. For instance, I had a pet cactus for awhile. When I went to visit my sister for a summer, I placed my mom in charge of looking after it. [...]
Ring, ring. “Hi, this is -” “Karenology! There’s something wrong with the email! I can’t check it.” “Uh…okay. What happens when you click on ‘check mail’?” “I…oh. Okay.” Click. Ring, ring. “Karenology, I didn’t like the old email you made for me, so your cousin Kitty set up a new email for me, so now [...]
My mom has recently decided she doesn’t like Wichita any more than I do, and she wants out. So she’s been shopping around the country for places, sometimes declaring her intent to move to California, sometimes threatening to move in next door to my sister. Lately she’s been fixated on the idea of moving to [...]
I’ve been to the Buddhist temple twice in my life. The first time, I was with my mom, my sister and her husband, and my mother’s obnoxious friend Dottie, who kept loudly describing everything as if we were deaf and blind – “SEE! NOW THEY PRAY! THEY PRAY FOR LUCKY! LOOK HERE THEY USE INCENSE! [...]
