Something for me to ponder…
It’s the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. — Tallulah Bankhead
I am in here.
It’s the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. — Tallulah Bankhead
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
may you never be unable to see the passage of time on my face… (i am a clock) (8/20/03)