Burning, or burial? It’s a real question, and it matters what I think because I am his friend, and I am one of the people who will care for him as he fights to stay alive in the face of a cancer that will win. This kind always wins, so …
Soon it will be June 11th, a year since I lost you, Betty, to old age, and what has often since then felt like a selfish rush to get the unbearable over with. It could have been June 12th, or July 6th maybe. I could have delayed this anniversary if I’d been able to …
I often think of my grandmother Joan when I read pretentious food blogs. I spent many a formative year panicking when people spoke of frozen desserts, hoping they’d stick to “ice cream” if she was around. My grandmother pronounced the Italian version of that “Gelatio.” With a long “a.” She …
It’s something early in the morning – I always wake up between 4:30 and 5:30 these days – and the loudest noise outside of my head is the aquarium filter pouring water down into the tank. The goddamned thing serves as an eternal reminder of my failings as a fish …
There is supposed to be some rhythm to these things, I hear – an “at least once a something” schedule that one is on for posting, so that one’s readers need not be disappointed by one’s sloth-like writing habits. And besides, it’s What One Does. Can’t argue with that. During …
Realizing that you’ve been the frog in the pot for over a decade is something to come to grips with in and of itself. The level of New Ex’s non-communication is sort of shocking once away from the stove. The boys were at their dad’s when he moved out and came …
In the spirit of Christmas, I will try not to kill Jake. Seeing as how a great deal of my holiday blues were due to being apart from him and his brother it might seem like an obvious choice, but he’s almost 17 so that evens out the scale. Jake …
Silent Night (click on the title to hear the family version.) I don’t think I’d ever really been scared before December 13th, 2004, the night meningitis tried to take Max down. He was just nine, Jake still eight for three more months, and it was Jake who woke me up complaining …
I’ve been thinking a lot about turf lately – mine, other people’s, who needs what and why. Today, the first day of living differently with the same person, is being filed under “See? Walking on a tightrope’s not so hard!” though it’s unlikely this is a long-term solution. It takes …
