New Substack Story: WORDS

Over my mother’s dead body, my Aunt Lil taught me how to read.  Lil was the oldest of the three Proser sisters and the smartest.  She was a reading specialist in the school system and she had a Masters Degree.  Helen, my mother, was the youngest and never made it past the first year of Nursing School.  But Helen was attractive and had children and Aunt Lil wasn’t and didn’t.  And so their sisterly shitstorm played out.  I was the tennis ball in their game, swatted back and forth in their attempts to wound each other.  It was a shit job.  I was somewhere between three and four years old at the time. READ MORE: Substack