In this month’s essay, Liane Kupferberg Carter recounts the malapropism that became a family legend. She writes, “. . . I gave birth to My-zulled. ‘Don’t be my-zulled!’ everyone in my family cautioned each other for years. Whenever we wanted to deflate each other, we would trot out that phrase. Over time, family jokes grow as individual and unique as fingerprints, and our family was rife with them.”
Are there foibles from your past that have become family legends? Have they sprouted exaggerated details like leafy tree branches, or do they remain anchored in family lore as a parable for future generations?