15 Moms

My mom Melinda died when I was 8 years old and Marv, my barely-there father, was saddled with a child who he barely knew: me.  Marv was essentially MIA before my mom died. He liked cars, boats, and hunting… not kids. So as we stared at each other across the dinner table every night–over a pizza box or mac and cheese usually–we were likely thinking the same thing:

“Who the fuck are you?”

I was a tiny perplexing clone of Marv–tall, skinny, almost black hair, instinctually stubborn–and that may have fascinated him for a moment. But then Marv realized I’d be sneaking out of the house, having periods, and frenching boys at school dances. He wanted no part of it. A month after Melinda died Marv’s serial womanizing ways kicked in, creating an incessant shuffle of women into and out of our lives. Here are my 15 moms that I remember.

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  • Kelly McClure

    “Pam, your dad showed me pictures of you. You have pretty eyes.”

    hahaha! I love that part.

  • Caitlin

    Wow. And I thought I had it rough with my official wicked stepmother. Glad you (?) survived.

  • Ella greenberg

    what happened to your dad? and you?
    :) x

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