We are habitual authenticators of our own lives. If we are not telling our stories, we are consuming other people's lives. At first, I thought, I'll watch the trial. My soap wearied me with its neverendingness.
Game shows irritated like a houseguest.
And I'd already given up the talk shows. Being embarrassed for another person was more painful than being embarrassed myself. I rationalized that it would be a good way to get some things done. There in front of the television I'd organize the boxes of family photos I'd carted from Texas to California and back. The next Christmas, Christmas 1995, would be homemade.