Writer's Block: When I grow up

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Ah, I see. It's time to trash our parents and blame them for how we turned out.

I blame my father for my love of learning, my addiction to books, my trivia-brain memory and the shape of my nose.

I blame my mother for my ability to be cool in a crisis, for the belief that something worth having is worth earning, for valuing intelligence over looks, for knowing the difference between religion and faith, for my musical ear and my ability to make stuff out of other stuff.

I blame them for teaching me religious, racial, ethnic and gender tolerance. For taking me to museums. For knowing the difference between needing and wanting. For forcing me to do my much hated math homework.

I blame them for saddling me with two little sisters who turned out to be pretty awesome human beings in their own right.

I blame them for my smart-ass sense of humor. For my self reliance. For my sense of self.

Poor me.