Miriam Toews

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139 appearances 1 recordings 1 series first heard Jul 2026 last heard 26 Jul

Miriam Toews’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.

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He'd just sigh and nod and kick the dash or stick his head entirely out the window.
But back then, I could kind of figure out what was going on in his head, even if he didn't come right out and say it.
Like when he was three and he didn't want me to go out, instead of grabbing my leg or having a tantrum or something, he'd hide my shoes and then sit on the couch pretending to read the newspaper while I searched all over the place.
When he was eight and angry and sitting in a tree and throwing stones at the car or something, I'd go outside, knowing it would be a matter of minutes before he'd start to cry, and then slowly spill his guts about whatever series of events it was that led to his meltdown, and that the whole scene would end with hugs and apologies, and probably a large muscle activity, like him cheerfully taking shots at my head with a soccer ball.
Now, though, the signs are harder, if not impossible, to read.
I'm not sure there are any, actually, and I have no idea where to begin my search.
What do you think girls think about you when they think about you?
You think, like, no girl ever thinks anything about you?
He brought 85 CDs with him for a family road trip that would last 11 days.
He also brought a sketchbook, which started out as an art class project and has since evolved into a kind of diary, I think.
He tends to write things down like, Jesus, I gotta find someone irrational.
Or, the shit I'm passing off as writing is slowly killing me.
The first day of our road trip, through North Dakota to South, the music wars started.
His 12-year-old sister, Georgia, claimed the very backseat of the minivan and was content to lie there surrounded by nail polish and beads and thread and Hershey Kisses and Archie comics and listen to her music on her Discman.
Mostly R&B stuff.
Destiny's Child and the Save the Last Dance soundtrack.
My husband Cassidy and I sat in the front, and Owen sat on the seat right behind us so he could listen to his CDs on the stereo.
We'd tell him to listen to them on his Discman, which he did sometimes, but then he'd miss out on our sporadic conversations, which he enjoyed either participating in or mocking.
Sometimes he'd give us a choice of his CDs to play.
Nirvana, he'd say.
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