It’s a Problem but Not the Worst One I Could Have
Lost River 2019
February 2, 2019
I can’t smile at will. I can laugh if I’m listening to a good joke or funny happening, but I can’t smile when people whip out their cell phones and tell me to stand with Elaine in front of a pyramid, a mime, or our anniversary cake. I’m not unhappy—not at all. I practice smiling in front of the mirror or when I’m looking at a silly picture of my grandkids.
“How come you never smile?” people ask.
“Hemorrhoids,” I often say. And then they smile.