In a way it started with loneliness. But in another, more practical way, it started with my daughter asking if she and her beloved could have their small wedding in my back yard. I said Yes, of course! What else would I say? I love my daughter more than all the stars in a cloudless … Continue reading The Blue Bench
Tuesday, high noon. Mom, asleep. Her lunch tray sits on her bedside table getting cold. Later, I can ask for it to be microwaved to warmth when she’s rested and ready to eat, if she is. Much goes uneaten these days. Earlier she went for physical therapy, after which she sat in a chair for… … Continue reading “…walking each other home.”
4:13am Mother’s Day I’ve been awake worrying about Mom since she got sick two weeks ago, and now, moreso that we moved her into the so-called Skilled Nursing Facility yesterday. It’s located in the same building her independent living apartment is, where she has thrived in a more constrained way for the last 7 … Continue reading Update on Mom in the form of a riff…
Sick and weakened, Mom paused on her way back to bed from the commode. She looked at me closely, Do you think other people get to be this old, and this sick, and die in this way? Yes, they do, I replied, as simply and honestly as I could. Several times this week, she mentioned … Continue reading When to make nice & when to call BS.
Having met with a favorite friend, Sara, for breakfast at the restaurant, Toast, I was feeling happy and open-hearted as I strolled up West Portal Avenue last Monday, a warm spring day. I wandered into the Bookshop and bought a few books for a favorite little friend whose 2nd birthday is coming up soon. There … Continue reading Wanderment
Did you know that I was lovers with Eldridge Cleaver? You didn’t? The crazy thing is, neither did I! Not until this past year when my cousin Neil told me, asking point blank, “Did you have an affair with Eldridge Cleaver?” What??!! Who told you that? I gasped. We all thought you had. My mom … Continue reading Fake news…
I once had a boyfriend named Michael. Ok. Michael Dille, if you want to know the whole name. I don’t care. I somehow doubt he’s still alive. And, if he is, I still don’t care. I’ve googled him once or twice to see what became of him, but never found a trace. The romance lasted … Continue reading Ah…. Youth.