I am in here.
Grief is starting to manifest itself in my life as a tendency to self-destructive behavior. I was not self-destructive when Dad died. With Mom dying, though, the grief is so different. Subterranean. Desires to escape — the vodka, the imaginary mudding worlds. And it’s so hard to be in this world, literally: the deep snow … Continue reading Grief
I always go read Meryl Yourish’s blog – y’all can find its link over there on the right… Yesterday, she had pictures up of Tig, whom I like because he’s like a plump version of Beeper. So today, I can’t resist… I’ve one-upped her! I’ve got a cat that is no longer useless! Proof is … Continue reading Catblog
Snow all through Cincinnati, and most pointedly, our house. And even more pointedly, all over my car, which is my one means of Equality of Movement! Sent the son out to clean it off – after, of course, explaining to him that I can’t do that because my open-toed boot thingy would let my bad … Continue reading snow.
I wandered around Mom’s apartment a lot today, looking over objects in every room that I remember from toddlerhood. I thought I should want something. My husband thought I should want something. I only chose a few of Dad’s old things to give to my son. I wanted nothing, not even the portrait she’d had … Continue reading Things
white pebble 