Parents must be different from me -- different in how much noise they can tolerate. I've been listening to the whiny kid next door for a half hour and I'm ready to tear out every hair on my head. How do they tune it out? Or do they just go slowly insane, the mental illness coming with the drip irrigation of sound?
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups. I'm represented by Miriam Altshuler of DeFiore & Co., but of course, my views are my own.