haha, i think i left out that my mother was actually only pretending to want guitar lessons, and that twenty five years later, my aunt would tell me that story, i’d tell it to my dad, who’d respond, “What do you mean, pretend?”

But, if it’s a marriage saver.

Oh, and guitars are a fantastic way to get laid meet someone. If you can play just one song well, you look so cool.

I’ve been meaning to get by here and comment all day, Angela. My parents, too, fought like banshees. I didn’t understand divorce when I was 8, but looking back on it, splitting up was the best thing they could do.

Karaoke would only have prolonged the inevitable I’m afraid.

It could’ve been worse.
It could’ve been the steam iron.
Ya gotta look at the bright side, eh?

and it should definitely not be sung on karaoke.

They may have been fighting for 30 years, but they’ve loved each other all 60.

Maybe this is the case with your lovely parents, too.

I love the way you portray your parents’ relationship, too. So regular, so particular, so universal. Extraordinary.

There’s a lot of love in this.

I wrote my last two pieces about music
and was really trying to say that music
is too precious to ruin by using it sell Doritos.

I hate when they play Angel by Sarah McLachlan
at 11:30 in the morning.
That song should only be played at night.
Late at night.
But that’s just me.

When my parents fought, my mom would throw a kitchen chair at my dad.
Then sometimes my dad would throw a kitchen chair at my mom.
I grew up thinking kitchen chairs were weapons.