In her latest post, Flea has created another one of her trademark brilliance. One part amusing observations, two parts moving tales from motherhood, and eight parts Southern-girlhood memoir. (It goes to eleven!)
Flea such is a gifted writer. I don't know how she remembers her childhood so clearly, and how she's able to write about it so movingly, so evocatively. There's absolutely a book percolating in her soul. It's not that anything so unusual happened in her childhood—it's how beautifully she captures the mind of the child she once was, the children we all used to be. I look forward to the day she's got enough time to put all those essays in order for a mighty compelling book. Damn, that's some great writing. Go. Read. It. Now.