I am in here.
A new favorite… Several things to do at work, if you don’t want to work. From “My brain is made of things made of gold:” My brain is made of things made of gold: If I were a wolf you’d all be dead Holding my breath for 2 minutes. No cheating. Perfecting my look of … Continue reading My brain is made of things made of gold: If I were a wolf you'd all be dead
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.
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
I’ve moved myself into my son’s old room, which has a nice thick rug on the floor for crawling upon (not allowed to put weight on my foot even if I could stand the pain), and a new futon in the corner upon which I now conduct my life. If I am laid up, I … Continue reading I dream of nightmares
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