I am in here.
I always go read Meryl Yourish’s blog – y’all can find its link over there on the right… Yesterday, she had pictures up of Tig, whom I like because he’s like a plump version of Beeper. So today, I can’t resist… I’ve one-upped her! I’ve got a cat that is no longer useless! Proof is … Continue reading Catblog
I wandered around Mom’s apartment a lot today, looking over objects in every room that I remember from toddlerhood. I thought I should want something. My husband thought I should want something. I only chose a few of Dad’s old things to give to my son. I wanted nothing, not even the portrait she’d had … Continue reading Things
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
Why shouldn’t I be relieved? I am not happy, mind you. I have no plans to party now that you’re gone. It’s more like releasing a breath that I’ve been holding for forty-seven years. I don’t want to keep you from your journey, or me from mine. You were my mother for a reason. Why … Continue reading Dear Mom,
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