I am in here.
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
Went to Mom’s apartment today for the first time since we were there for the Labor Day fireworks. I drank a warm beer while I went through her desk, looking for the combination to her safe. No luck. She’d gone through a whole exercise of hiding the combo and showing me where the hiding place … Continue reading safe
I don’t have a lot of knowledge of my mother’s family. Oh sure, the basics: her sisters (3, and she was the youngest, by 20 minutes) and my resultant uncles and cousins, her parents’ names (I had to give those for the death certificate – did you know that the funeral home issues that?). But … Continue reading We are our stories.
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