“I had a quirky childhood habit of sitting sideways on the toilet. It began, I surmise, in our Southeast San Diego house on Manos Drive, sometime after I turned five. Sitting side-saddle allowed me to look in the mirror and lose myself awhile. Perched there, I often acted out scenes from the day’s All My Children. I did a perfect Susan Lucci—if Lucci were to act entirely from a toilet seat.”
In “The Day My Father Shot My Mother,” I re-live the events that led my burgeoning adolescent self to re-adjust how I understood my mother.
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