I was driving on the highway in a decent amount of traffic today and I heard these noises. First it sounded like Harry Potter’s Moaning Myrtle, but then it was more like howling, screeching, weird animal sounds. Maybe I ran over a coyote? Then, I swear, I heard cursing. Words that would make a saltyContinue reading “But if the World Was Ending, You’d Come Over, Right?”
Tag Archives: Grief
The “B” Word
At the end of December I sent a letter to the Big Man. I was hoping for an answer but you know how it is — crickets. Maybe he has an anal retentive elf at the front desk who screens all the mail or the weight and stress finally led to a cardiac event orContinue reading “The “B” Word”
Let the Dead Bury Their Dead
As if last year wasn’t bad enough, we lost a literary treasure in Randall Kenan, who died in August 2020 at the age of 57. Randall was my writing teacher at the first residential week-long workshop I attended as an adult way back in 1993. I didn’t have kids yet, my job was easy toContinue reading “Let the Dead Bury Their Dead”
April Showers Bring May Showers
This month has been a meteorological cat fight in Rhode Island. Rain and more rain. Hot humid scorcher of a day where you show those pale legs because who cares in this heat, followed by why did I put all the sweaters away, followed by a shit load of grey rainy dreary damp my-whole-body-aches days.Continue reading “April Showers Bring May Showers”
I’m A Lot Like You Are
My father has given up on the world. Whenever I talk to him he is wrestling with despair. He doesn’t understand why so many terrible things are happening around him. Why God took my mother and not the alcoholic down the street. Why Uncle Joey, the kindest man on earth, has to suffer with Parkinson’s,Continue reading “I’m A Lot Like You Are”
In the Chair 