…because I am never not doing it. When we met I knew he was a veteran. I knew he was divorced. I knew he had children. I didn’t know – he didn’t know – that the malignant oliodendroglioma that had been removed in 2010 wasn’t quite done with him. However, since this is me writing …
I was a daughter first
…once she entered the Facebook universe, even Zuckerberg couldn’t tell us apart. FB defaulted all pictures of me to her profile
Maybe I Can’t Be Trusted
I, like many other human beings, get a great deal of direction for my life out of a book, one important book. In that book I have learned about living a principled life, the necessity of serving others and that so much of my suffering has been and still is self-induced. I think I would …
Is ‘Hate’ Too Strong a Word?
I want to say that I hate The Former Guy (if you don’t know who I am referring to you either disagree with me a lot or you’re young and not at all caught up in politics and the future of our nation) – but I have been warned about using the H word since …
Happy Birthday, My Ass
I said, “Getting older is a drag. I think 80 is just the right age to check out.”
He responded, “I did too, until I turned 80”
Oh we laughed and laughed – but I don’t remember speaking to him again after that.
Ingratitude or IN Gratitude?
It never occurred to me that the blog name or website would be looked at as Ingratitude. HA! Silly redhead.
I think about you all the time
…but do I do anything about it? Rarely! Regularly something pops into my head that I think you’d like to talk about. Whether it’s political, art-borne or stupid people things, constantly popping up like whack-a-mole. And I think, I will remember this one or let me send myself a text… But then I am called …
Time Takes Time
As we’re nearing the end of this fucking year…I already know that Jan 1 is going to feel oddly just like Dec 31. I know that man-made constructs do not hold sway over organic processes like grief, marriage, and healing. I also know my deepest pools of anger are easily stirred when someone tells me, …
“I Thought I’d Get One More Spring…”
Spring wasn’t spring this year. It wasn’t about new life – it was about watching my mother die. It was about helping my mom to fight, literally to the death. On the last Saturday of February, she wasn’t up for going out to dinner with us. By March 4 she was in the hospital for …
Where Ya Going?
Recently I was trying to calculate the ideal life span. I remember saying to my father earlier this year, “I think 80 years is enough.” He laughed and said, “I did too, until I was about to turn 80!” A few months later, my father had a massive stroke and left the earth 3 days …
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