Ugly Mug

The owner of my favorite coffee shop buys his mugs at yard sales. I never know which one he’ll give me. It might be the one with a caffeine molecule (C8H10N4O2), or the one with Mother is another word for love in purple cursive across a heart.

Link: 36 HOURS AT MY PARENTS’ HOUSE

To read my first McSweeney's piece in its original glory, click here.   MAY 12, 2017 36 HOURS AT MY PARENTS’ HOUSE by JEREMY RESNICK There’s no place like home! Inconveniently located a twenty-five-minute drive from anywhere, this Bel-Air neocolonial is popular with nostalgia lovers and masochists alike. Whether gazing at walls lined with awkward childhood photos … Continue reading Link: 36 HOURS AT MY PARENTS’ HOUSE

Mamarazza!

from The Nervous Breakdown October 15, 2009 My mother has a photography addiction. She just has to take pictures of her family, or, if we’re unavailable, other people’s families. It’s been going on all our lives.  She says she takes so many pictures of us because she loves us so much that she just has to capture … Continue reading Mamarazza!