This morning, I got a text from my dad. It was a simple text. So simple, in fact, that even the most casual observer would find it pretty straightforward. He texted me to ask how I was doing this morning. That's literally the entire content of his text. How are you doing this morning?My dad … Continue reading again…
This is not my story to tell, but sometimes you tell a story anyway. A story that impacts you deeply. One that has informed and influenced your entire life. One that you've known since the day you were born, but can't possibly know all of. Despite what the title says, the story starts more than … Continue reading 50 years…
There's a song called Grandma's Hands and when I listen to it I hear the words Bill Withers shares. I hear him talk about his grandma and I feel everything she was to him and to their community. And despite the fact that his grandmother and mine had seemingly nothing in common, I can't help … Continue reading Grandma’s Hands…
It seems like maybe the last three times I tried to learn to knit I may have been going about this thing all wrong. Because in the past I was just totally annoyed and frustrated all on my own before throwing my hands up in the air and declaring with great authority that I just … Continue reading learning to knit: and then Laura said…
A year ago today my daddy underwent a kidnectomy. No, that's not a real word but I don't know what else to call it when a kidney is all cancer ridden and gross and so they have to cut it out. I'm making new words today. It's a celebration. Anyway, back to the kidnectomy, it … Continue reading an updated thank you note to kidney stones…
42 years ago today my brother was born. I guess that on the day of his birth he was not yet my brother. I wouldn't come into play for another few years. So, technically it wasn't my brother's birthday. It was just Matt's birthday. But 8 years later when this picture was taken it was … Continue reading and then my brother turned 42…
Not so very long ago, my father, whom I more commonly refer to as "Daddy," was diagnosed with kidney stones. Now, I'm no doctor, nor do I play one on tv, so you'll have to forgive my simple assessment and description of the situation. He had big fucking kidney stones. Not the kind you simply … Continue reading a thank you note to kidney stones…
Waking. Air was moving as the fan gently pressed my sheets against me but the world felt still. I have to go in for an exam and some blood work today. All normal stuff. But it always sets my nerves on edge. So I checked my phone notifications. Listened to my stomach growl. Looked at … Continue reading modern visitation…
Cut in on our hapless heroine. Curled up in bed furiously typing with her thumbs on the illuminated screen of her phone. The room is dark but from the glow at the edge of the black curtains we can see morning light penetrating her dim purgatory. Her bedroom acts as a holding cell keeping her … Continue reading held captive in dark comedy…
I've grown up. A bit. I don't know that I will ever achieve the status of "Grown-up" as it sat in my mind as a child. I don't know that as a little girl I could conceive of who I would become. I thought I would transform into some other person. Another being. Like a … Continue reading when I grow up…
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