Below you'll find all my writing tagged with the word conversation. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.
“Hi,” I said, and slid my copy of What He’s Poised to Do toward Ben Greenman. “Nice Replacements’ quote.” (The epigraph to his book is the line “I’ll write you a letter tomorrow. Tonight I can’t hold a pen.” from Can’t Hardly Wait) “Yeah,” he said. “I’ve been waiting years to use it.” “I’m Jodi,” [...]
“We don’t want to kill the Earth, because then we will have nowhere to live and we won’t be able to see the moon in outer space,” Liam said. “You’re right,” I said. “Where does God live?” he asked. “Err,” I said. “I think God is everywhere all the time wherever you want.” “No,” he [...]
Rock & Roll bookclub is meeting on Saturday to discuss Franny & Zooey (which I haven’t finished rereading). Of course since we’re such engaged and avid bookclubbers, Wolfdogg and I were discussing possible nominations for the June book. I offered up Brady Udall’s The Lonely Polygamist, and then this happened: Wolfdogg: i know one i [...]
Example 1 at the hair salon: “You take good care of your hair,” Jenny, the haircutting waif said. “It’s really healthy.” “That’s probably because I never wash it,” I said. “That’s so awesome,” she said. Example 2 outside at Grumpy’s: “I don’t know,” Jeremy, the newest member of the Inglorious Basterds, said. “I like people.” [...]
“Does Batman have x-ray vision?” Nolan asked. “No, he doesn’t have any superpowers he only has a belt,” I said. “He has a swing gun.” “That’s not a superpower that’s a weapon.” “He has boomerangs.” “Still weapons,” I said. “Batman’s not super.” “Yeah, he is,” Nolan said. “Why else is he called a superhero? Because [...]
“You know they go into Sid’s house,” Liam said. “I know. It’s crazy,” I said. “And you know what? Sid tortures his violent toys for fun.” “What do you think about that?” “It’s not good because then Sid can’t play and the toys are sad.”
“What are you doing?” Liam asked, his back to me while he played MarioKart. “I’m working,” I said. “Why do you work?” “Because I need money.” “It’s not all about money,” Liam said. “Oh,” I said. “Do you want to be rich?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I said. “Should I be rich?” “No,” he [...]
Watching Garfield with Liam, who is four. “Garfield is not funny,” I said. “Yes, he is,” Liam said. “Nope, he’s never been funny. Not even in 1984.” “LAME!” “Garfield’s lame, not me,” I said. “Garfield is a cat who acts like a human,” he said, laughing at the TV. “That’s always funny.”
Okay, here’s a confession. Even though I was surrounded by a dozen or so intelligent readers and writers at Hypster Mom’s Lit Salon, the only thing I wanted to talk about was Vodo & The Big Ticket. And now as I’m typing this I have no idea why I didn’t take a picture. I wrote [...]
Yesterday I rode to Rock & Roll Bookclub with Jaycie, Ben, and Max. I’m not sure how we got on the topic but Max was waxing eloquently on the awesomeness of MonsterQuest and how I should spend my time watching it. “Eh,” I said from the front seat, “It’s not my thing.” “But they talk [...]
“I think they take a bath with their suits on, right Aunt Jodi?” Liam is playing Lego Batman on the Wii. He keeps up a running dialog that I mostly ignore until I hear my name. “Right,” I said. I was half listening at all. “Does it take their suits a long time to dry? [...]
Nolan sat cross-legged on the floor (a manner of sitting my niece Jaycie calls “criss-cross apple sauce” and what was called “Indian style” when I was a kid), Lucinda, my guitar, draped across his lap. Liam sat on the other side of the guitar petting the green surface. “We’re going to play so loud, we’ll [...]
“I cant watch TV,” Nolan said. “Why not?” “My bones aren’t strong enough.”
“Valentine’s Day is Friday,” Liam said. “Yes,” I said. “Valentine’s Day was built on love,” he said. ————— “Do you have to go potty?” I asked. “No,” Liam said. “Why do you keep holding your penis?” “I want to make sure to take it with me.”
“Look how important Lulu (a record by Trip Shakespeare) is to me. I’ve scrawled it on the back of my hand like I’m in 4th grade and don’t want to forget my math homework.” “Did you write that blog post about how much I like muffins yet?” “Do you want to read the latest issue [...]
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