Great Regulars: And with that, I tell him how--visiting me

once at college--Mother got gunched out of her brains with my pals. In my twenties, she sat in on a poetry workshop with Etheridge, and afterward, I found her on his back step sharing a blunt with him and a bunch of young brothers. Which embarrassed me at the time, since she flirted like a saloon floozy, but also since her lack of maternal posture always unconsciously felt like some failure of mine on the child front.

from Mary Karr: ABC News: Book Excerpt: 'Lit' by Mary Karr

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