How often is one asked what he loves in this world? I recalled my mother, flushed with wine, pounding the tabletop late one night, saying, “Love? I love a good steak cooked rare. I love my cat, and I love…” My sisters and I leaned forward, waiting to hear our names. “Tums,” our mother said. “I love Tums.”

-David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day

Re-reading this story about the humiliation of learning French and laughing, laughing, laughing.

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  3. shewasstarkravenmad said: Why is he so good? Rachel was lucky enough to hear him give a reading when he was here in December. I was so jealous!
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