A harried mother came to the urgent care center where I was working her five-year old-boy wearing nothing but a sheet and a frown. He was obviously unhappy with his mother and in distress as I assessed him and asked him the problem. “I’ve got this big hard piece of tape stuck on the end of my pecker and it won’t come off. She’s had me sitting in the bathtub all morning, and it ain’t come off yet!” With this he shot her a murderous look. She explained he’d had a circumcision recently and the dressing was still clinging stubbornly.
He broke back in f’uriously, “I told you I didn’t want no surgery! Ever’thin’ was workin’ just fine till you hired somebody to whittle on me!”
I wasn’t getting in that family fight!
We have a nice little wet-weather creek that runs along our property line, cutting through the middle of the wooded lot next door. My kids played in the creek and in the woods all the time. They were a few years older than Greg, our neighbor’s boy, so by the time he played there, he had Annie, our Dalmatian and other kids from the neighborhood with him. Sometimes, I think Greg was the only person Annie really liked. Continue reading
Anything regarding sex was dark and unmentionable in mixed company. Children were not to embarrass adults by noticing any veiled reference made in their presence, never asking why any adult was in the hospital, and vacating the room if the words complications, hormones, or nature came up in conversation. Above all, women should never refer to their “period.” Continue reading
My mother practiced an excellent form of birth control for her daughters. She only bought cheap cotton panties because “nobody is supposed to see your underwear anyway.” I don’t know how I would have behaved otherwise, but I wasn’t about to get frisky in those horrible britches. Sometimes Mother was lucky enough to find some so cheap they didn’t have elastic in the legs, just the waist. The fit wasn’t too bad in the morning, but by midmorning, these Continue reading