Mother Dearest

My mother believes i stroll obliviously through life with my heart on my sleeve and my brains tucked firmly in my back pocket. And while it is true that I rode my bike around our driveway while wearing a hat that fell down over my eyes allowing me to ride headfirst into her parked Buick, i think her assesment is unfair and unkind. The world, in my mothers eyes, and therefore in mine- is one endless parking lot, filled with Buicks.