This odd can of fungus in water was my mother’s choice, strangely symbolic of my life growing up. She could take any good thing, any proud moment, and tear it into pieces, leaving fragments of a once happy child.
I was 14 before I knew mushrooms could be bought fresh.
Michelle is a contributing author in the most recent Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Spirit of Canada. Her writing has won several awards, and appeared in The Globe and Mail and a number of local magazines and newspapers in Alliston. Recently her short story “Lightning Strikers” was made into a series in the Focus 50+ Newspaper because fans asked for more! You can find her online at michelledinnick.com.
Made me remember how my mother would give me sprouts I hated them. The dog liked them but they gave her wind some’ink rotten. She blamed my step-father. He hated me for it.