TEACHING HER SON A LESSON: mildly furry
TEACHING HER SON A LESSON Mom went on dates, and that was just a fact of life. But my Mom wasn’t the sweet, innocent, PTA going Mom that some families had. My Mom had visible tattoos, a love of motorcycles, a love of bars, a wardrobe that had large amounts of leather, boots, and heeled footwear, and an aura that said “badass” without saying a word. I remember once, when I was little, a neighborhood kid had taken my toy, and his Dad had stepped in when I tried to take it back. Mom’s attention got taken away from working on her bike, so she was already a little mad when she saw what was going on. Madder still that she felt like she had to come over. Anyway, I don’t remember exactly what the guy said, but it boiled down to, “listen little lady, blah blah blah, me big man, blah blah blah, we wouldn’t want this to get violent would we?” In reply, Mom stepped into his space, and looked straight through him when she...