Loss – In the Chair

But if the World Was Ending, You’d Come Over, Right?

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?”

My COVID Nineteen

I have gained and lost the same 5 pounds two or three times. After vowing to never let my dogs up on my new bedspread I caved and now have stairs next to the bed so they can climb up at their leisure. Going to the doctors is my biggest social outing. I even showerContinue reading “My COVID Nineteen”

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”

Is Anybody Out There?

Well it didn’t take long to not write in here! Can I use the Coronavirus as an excuse? Suddenly I have my youngest daughter home from college and my oldest daughter (who currently lives with me) off from work, and I am cooking and baking and doing stupid word puzzles and regular puzzle puzzles andContinue reading “Is Anybody Out There?”

I’ve Been Traveling Oh So Long

This time of year it’s so busy busy busy that I just get caught up in it like a branch in a river. There I go, past deadened raspberry brambles and soft sweet pines and peeling white birches. Over leaden brown rocks and sifting sand. Through nameless towns, crusted grey with salt, under bridges bearingContinue reading “I’ve Been Traveling Oh So Long”

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”

I’m Melting

August. I am seven, eating popsicles with my brother and my cousin RoseAnn. She is a year older than me, skinny and knock-kneed with dark hair wisping out in all directions. At eight she already knows more than I’ll know at fifteen. Her eyes are narrow, hiding things, calculating, shifting. Mine are wide open inContinue reading “I’m Melting”