Fort Worth Weekly
Determined, Disillusioned, or Despondent?
Q: With our loved ones still under Trump’s spell, how do we minister to them? A: One angry text at a time.
“Listen to Joe Biden,” I hissed at my 9-year-old, who was grunting at me. “
I said listen to Joe Biden!”
In the other room, our 46th president was calling for unity in his first address to the nation. Yes, Joe! I remember thinking. Bring some mother-effing unity to this mother-effing house! Though I think he was talking about the liberals and conservatives in the country, his speech could have applied to the Marianis of Fort Worth, three people — me, my wife D., and our third grader A. — dissolving into yet another Mariani Blowout ®. More grunting, a lot of yell-whispering, and finally tears of sorrow soundtracked my “helping” our littlest family member redo a few math questions he had screwed up. You would have thought his teacher had asked him to saw off his right hand with a plastic butterknife. *grunt*