I am in here.
Why shouldn’t I be relieved? I am not happy, mind you. I have no plans to party now that you’re gone. It’s more like releasing a breath that I’ve been holding for forty-seven years. I don’t want to keep you from your journey, or me from mine. You were my mother for a reason. Why … Continue reading Dear Mom,
Of course, I can’t have just any old Bad Week — I have to do it up good and proper. Last night, getting off of the plane in Cincinnati, I set my foot down wrong on the last step and fell. I got to ride to the hospital in an ambulance. Always wondered what that … Continue reading The Day of Vicodin
We had a mass in Miami Beach for her this morning. This is the church about half an hour before everyone showed up.
So I sit here at the beach, having gone out to Mom’s house and back again (a journey of maybe a mile or two at most). The real estate vulturesagents were there already, checking out the house’s layout. Hell, I don’t want to keep the place. Designed by one of Addison Mizner’s associates, but I … Continue reading The day of Epiphany
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