As the holidays approach, I've been giving some thought to "family." My birth-family was very small. My mom had one brother and one sister. Her brother never had children and her sister had two daughters. My dad had one brother and his brother had two daughters and a son. Getting into spouses' siblings is irrelevant.... Continue Reading →
With Dan's birthday three days away, I've been thinking about Mom and Dan. I've been thinking about them a lot and two thoughts have occurred to me. First, they have given me my new mantra: Not to worry; a good rain will take care of that. I'll use it after the mantra I stole from... Continue Reading →
I've always been one for symbolism, patterns and signs from the cosmos. When the stars align, everything feels "right." Of course, mom was there when I took my first breath. That I was there for her last and it was just the two of us at the end, felt right. So, scattering mom's ashes on... Continue Reading →
I saw this cartoon on Facebook. It got me thinking about mom and her misunderstanding of lyrics she'd heard. It started with CCR's "There's a Bathroom on the Right" ("There's a Bad Moon on the Rise"), through Jimmy's " 'Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy" (" 'Scuse Me While I Kiss The Sky), all... Continue Reading →
Dear Dan, Twelves years you've been gone. Twelves years of all that has happened in my life. Twelves years of all that should have happened in yours. Fuck. I love and miss you more than ever.
I've hit the four-month mark. Nothing seems so different from the one month, two month, three month mark. I've been doing "stuff." I go to work. I come home. I've gone through clothing and possessions -- except for photos. I can't do that yet. Two photos in frames that sat on mom's bookcase forever are... Continue Reading →