Things I missed

Things have been happening and I have not been updating you.

Perspective from Mom

I think Mom has been reaching out to me the last couple days. I keep accidentally stumbling onto memories of her. In the last few days I have found old photos of her, remembered that things in my house (and plants outside) were gifts from her, laughed at the memory of her ferocious opinions about […]

Surround yourself with beauty

Before the year is out, I want to lament the loss of my mother once again. Maybe I can find a way to process my grief in 2012 and stop spinning around like a leaf in a pool. Today, after working 5 hours of overtime on a Saturday – New Year’s Eve no less – […]

How Do I Let Go?

Arno and I are getting to know each other still. And we will continue to, of course, for years to come. He has seen that deeply personal messages sent originally to him will sometimes end up in a public forum. He said he’s realizing that <in his words> I am a writer, and a writer […]

I’m Not Graceful

My mother’s health failed rapidly, once we finally heard the diagnosis of cancer. And I have had multiple stages of not dealing with any of it gracefully. This is probably because it has come on so fast. Just when I make peace with a stage, we move on to another shocking phase. In a meeting […]

Question Mark

My mother is dying of cancer. From the looks of things, combined with my extreme lack of experience with cancer, or of death, I think she has anywhere from a few days to a few weeks left. Or maybe a month, but I hope not, because this is no life. I wish I had written […]

Catapulting into June

From the looks of things, my summer is already booked. Solid.

Celebrating Our Differences

We were stumped, each unable to move forward with our routine because we were at a place in grilling sandwiches we had never been at before.

Spring Break 08

I like my life to be full. Now I’m just sort of exhausted. I am looking forward to going back to work so I can wind down.

What’s the longest relationship you’ve been in?

The longer I know her, the more things I find I like and dislike about her, and the more I love her.