to do that. She told me not to do
that. Then once the hiding was over
I’d say to myself, I’m going to be so
good from here on. I’m never ever
going to do a bad thing in my life
ever ever ever ever ever—and to
remember not to do anything bad,
let me write something on the wall
to remind myself...and then I would
pick up a crayon and get straight
back into it, and I never understood
why.
—My relationship with my mom was
like the relationship between a cop
and a criminal in the movies—the