I am in here.
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.
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o’clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying– He had always taken funerals in his stride– And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed … Continue reading Mid-term Break
A lovely brunch, hobbling to a table in front, the waitress and me trying how best to place my foot so it does not obstruct traffic. I had not considered myself to be an obstacle before. Perhaps I am simply a piece of human-shaped furniture. It will be nice when I don’t have to plan … Continue reading waydownhome
That was the last word I remember her saying, when we visited her around lunch time. She was awake and lucid for about 10 minutes. No, she wasn’t waxing nostalgic, she was fussing at John to have someone at the house fix up our bedroom. I couldn’t abide the thought of staying in that mausoleum … Continue reading home
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