Our ancestors are here. Their light shines through us and we illuminate like the fish bones my Lola would pluck from the crown of my head. They would appear there if I accidentally swallowed one. Then, Lola would feed me … Continue reading
Interesting to observe Other interesting lives And what others find interesting. Don’t you miss Mexico? I asked him. I wanted deep conversations. He wanted to be left alone with his work. My body and all its liquid Massive. … Continue reading
The plants have all been moved inside.
I make a terrible gardener. I’m afraid of bugs and spiders, and I’m never completely comfortable touching dirt. But the good Lord knows I tried. I started with a vigor, clearing the land, laying bricks, planting … Continue reading
In all honesty, whenever I hear that one of my parents needs my help, my initial reaction is anger and resentment. Anger for all the times I’ve been thrown in jail for being an “unruly” child, or thrown out … Continue reading
Last night, I dreamt Teo was half kitten, a black and grey tabby. He was substantially adorable. I wish I could show you.
Bill’s been sanding floors. It is hard work, he reports. Teo and I stay away those long hours he’s sanding. When Bill’s day is done he’s covered in wood-dust, coated like a soft fawn. These days, when it’s just Teo and … Continue reading
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We drove to Vermont, where we stayed a few days: frolicked in waterfalls, floated down rivers and slept under trees, before heading out to Cape Cod, a place I had always wanted to see. I ate a chilli-dog along the way. Cape … Continue reading
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In Savannah, Mom asked if she was dying. My heart soured with sadness. “We are all dying, Mom,” I answered. “No, did the doctor tell you that I’m dying?” “No Mom. The doctor did not say that.” This disease forces … Continue reading