Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Death By Skeleton Key

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Some kids are fine left alone for a few minutes. They occupy themselves and you can go do what needs to get done.

Yeah. I wasn't one of those.

I tell you about the plight that befalls the unattended, in my monthly column, Memoirs of My America , featured today at FunnynotSlutty . Posting of my childhood misadventures -- about the days of figuring out life in America as a kid from another country -- is something I look forward to each month at FunnynotSlutty.

I hope you stop over and read my tale today, of The Unattended, and maybe you have a child like this? One who should never be left unsupervised.

*I've been blessed with a mini-me: my third boy who goes by the name of Auggie.


  1. On my way and excited...

    (Also, slightly worried since neither of my kids are with me right now.)

  2. boom. i was there and left my mark.

  3. So... she opened it with a twist of the knob? Does that mean it wasn't locked after all and your panic was for nothing?

    Great story, Alexandra... as always!

  4. I both have and WAS this child.

    My sister and I wanted BBQ while my father was out. We couldn't light the charcoal with the candle we found, so we siphoned gas from the car and used that.

    Lawn fires attract *a lot* of attention.

  5. I'm on my way and I'll be back...

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    1. Thank you, Pat, you're always so supportive.

      Loved your photos today, my boys really like them, too.

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    1. Pamela! Thank you for stopping by. I have to email you. I miss your blog, for some reason --my screen freezes on your home page.

      I'm sure it's this old dinosaur computer of mine.

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    1. Thank you so much, Susan. I'm happy to have found a site where my stories feel like it's home.

      You're a book lover like me, and your site was one I find instantly addictive.

      GREAT WORK!, and I can't wait to spend some more time there.

  9. I tried to leave a comment over at funnynotslutty but it wouldn't let me...whatever...
    I had to tell you how delightful your tale of woe was. I can totally relate as I try locking myself in bathrooms in my home all the time now too. However, your writing was beautiful, mesmerizing; I laughed out loud, and I could totally visualize little you ready to settle into your Twinkies and crayons. Lovely! Loved. It!

    1. I'm lucky to know you, Sandra.
      Thank you so much.

      A comment like this is exactly what keeps me plugging away: collecting my essays/stories.

      Thank you so very much.



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