I am in here.
She died just before eight this morning. I wasn’t there — they shooed me out of the ICU about 10 last night. I slept. It is real and not real. I have set the relay of friends telling friends in motion. I even called Israel, though nobody picked up the phone. Not knowing what else … Continue reading Birthdays
So many long decades ago, when my mother and I were locked in a downward spiral of self- and other-annihilation, I used to imagine what it would be like for me to face her helpless on her hospital regulation deathbed, unable to answer all of the memories I would recall for her… having hysterics at … Continue reading Time. Passage thereof. Phone calls.
Now the dog and I sit peacefully watching one of the Discovery channels, not having bought the beef tenderloin, and sincerely (still) refusing to get into the Holiday Mess. The point of it is to have fun with your family and friends, right? To celebrate a culturally important time. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like, … Continue reading a hidden industry
“Are you ready for Christmas?” they ask me. No, I’m not hiding the fact that I’m converting to Judaism, but I am not buying billboard space either. “Are you ready for Christmas?” is replacing “Hello.” I always say “No.” How can you be, even if you do celebrate the day? The fluffy women’s magazines are … Continue reading Are you ready to rumble?
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