I need to get away

This is an island called Kerguelen. It’s a French possession, with a scientific base established on it – no town. It lies in the southern Indian Ocean, and is about as far from civilization as you can get, including the South Pole. The closes town of any sort is about 2,500 miles away. It’s so Continue reading I need to get away

Where were you when…?

From This Normal Life I was holding the baby when we heard it. The rest follows, since Brian doesn’t have a good archiving system yet, and this story should be preserved.

We are our stories.

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.