Sunday, October 20, 2013
Unconventional Parenting Methods and the Paintings of Lucian Freud
That morning in Sellwood, when we took the turn by the old church toward Oaks Park... (that's been turned into a strip club by the way) I pretended the brakes on the Camry were out of control and lifted my hands off the wheel and hollered loudly as we rolled toward the river. Daughters half screaming... half laughing... half terrified... half completely assured that I would never let anything bad happen to them. That I would always protect them... they were right. Dad took control and saved them in just the nick of time.