I am in here.
People tell me there’s to be an important sporting event on television later this evening. My son and his friends are huddled excitedly in the TV room, wondering whose pizzas to order. On the other hand, I am married to the only man I know who had to have it explained to him who Don … Continue reading Suspicious gatherings..
It would have surprised me even yesterday morning how much of an emotional drain that burying your mother is. I’d felt steady all week, after all. Everything went as planned, many people came to the mass, and even Aunt Helen and Uncle Darth were nice to me — at least, as nice as you can … Continue reading Afterwards
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
This is a moblog picture I took of a page of Mom’s writing… It was sitting on a card table in the den that contained piles of Christmas cards. Seemed to be a list of people to send cards to, though she hadn’t sent many out in past years. She used to insist on cards … Continue reading words..
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