Posted in March 2013

a year

I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t … Continue reading

precious little

* It is 1997. We sit on the mattress that serves as a bed on the floor of his room. The sheets are stained with – what the hell is that, Kool-Aid? – God knows what, having last been cleaned God knows when. I won’t be here but a few times more before I cry … Continue reading

wings

To you I wish to give two things To give you roots, to give you wings ~ Hanging on the wall between Brooke’s and Katie’s bedrooms * Activities of daily living (ADLs) is a term used in healthcare to refer to daily self-care activities within an individual’s place of residence, in outdoor environments, or both. … Continue reading

hate

~ The night before last, I took Katie out for ice cream. It was a school night. It was cold. I was toast after a long day of work, fighting off the beginnings of the same cold whose tail end continues to dog her. We had no right, nor any real desire, to be going … Continue reading

love

* This … … which is out of focus because even when little Miss isn’t technically moving, she’s still, ya know .. moving. It says “I felt love when Winston licks me. Some times we do is she petting you?” “Is she petting you?” is a script. It makes my girl laugh. When she is … Continue reading

untitled

~ It started out so damned well. She’d handled the crowds. She’d made it through the seemingly interminable wait with an uncharacteristic calm. She was excited for the show to begin. She’d been hearing the songs for weeks, taking it all in as her sister practiced … and practiced and practiced … at home. She … Continue reading

circles

* A 780 ft (240 m) crop circle in the form of a double (six-sided) triskelion composed of 409 circles. Milk Hill, England, 2001. * I draw circles and sacred boundaries about me; fewer and fewer climb with me up higher and higher mountains.—I am building a mountain chain out of ever-holier mountains. ~ Friedrich … Continue reading

self-preservation

* And for today’s act of self-preservation, I plan to pretend to be here. Care to join me? I saved a chair for you. Oh, but do be a dear and ask the waiter to stop by on your way, won’t you? My ice is melting.

theirs

For years, Katie drew elephants ALL THE TIME. We found them everywhere – in the corners of her homework, on books and notebooks and binders, on takeout menus, in every birthday card she made. He looked like this — and his name was Bob. Drawing by Katie – used with permission * I wrote yesterday … Continue reading