Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Which should explain a few things

My next piece about the music from my childhood is up at Alpha mom:

“Whenever I hear just a few notes from ‘Super Trouper’ I’m reminded of the endless hours my siblings and I would dance in the living room next to the eight-foot-long console that housed the record player, and how I would giggle to the point of exhaustion that these women had devoted an entire song to poopers, extraordinary poopers, super poopers. My parents never corrected me, and now that I have children I can understand why: leverage. They would need that story in the following years to embarrass me into submission.”

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