Writers as Kids: [My mother made my bubble beard in the bathtub]

Writing by Sarah Eaton

Pictured: Gene Morgan

My mother made my bubble beard in the bathtub.  Puppies followed her home, nipping at my dangling toes, attempting to supplant me in the stroller.  No one will ever be as fun as she was.  I am living proof. 

That ukulele was supposed to be my guitar.  That cookie jar was mine to break.  When she poked my chubby stomach and told me I was getting so old, I could not sleep for thinking of death.

She said we were having pickled pig’s feet for dinner, and we never did.  Meat near the bone is the most flavorful.  I wonder if she knows.