It’s over
She’s gone.
She’s gone.
I found out last week that my grandmother on my mom’s side is dying. Soon, probably. Some rare and apparently very advanced form of liver cancer. I am speechless. Wordless in general, apparently, because it’s been several minutes since I typed those sentences up there, and I still don’t know what else to say. I … More Blank
You know you have been away from your blog too long when your information is no longer saved in the comment area of other people’s blogs and you actually have to log in to Flickr to upload pictures. I think the original date on this post was June 19. I got as far as the title. … More Vacation vignettes, volume 1
-I thought losing a grandparent as an adult would be different from losing a grandparent as a child. I was 15 when my mother’s father died. I thought Nanny’s death would be easier somehow. But in the final analysis, adulthood is meaningless where this particular loss is concerned. The death of a grandparent reduces you to childhood regardless of … More Notes on a funeral
First of all, let me just promise you that I will never be so late to celebrate your birthday or Christmas as I have been in posting these monthly letters. You may want to remind me of this promise when I am sitting at the kitchen table making Christmas gifts at 3 a.m on Christmas Eve. I’m … More A la mia cara Mia: 4 months
I was watching the tape that’s been in the video camera since Christmas day, and there’s a scene from my hospital room the day Mia was born that nearly makes me wet myself every time think about it. In the background music is playing–specifically, Joan Baez’s Dark Chords on a Big Guitar. There is a song … More Is it because we are from West Virginia?
I mentioned last week that my middle sister moved to California to attend art school. Last Tuesday my mother flew out to help her get settled. Her flight pattern was Charlotte-Atlanta-Orange County. At least it was supposed to be. She arrived at my house late Monday evening, as I’m about an hour closer to Charlotte … More Tuesday, September 12: The One With the Flying Mother
Dear Megan, When you finally recover your cell phone and listen to your messages, please disregard the one from me. You see, when I got the message from Mom that said, “I can’t find Megan. She’s not answering her phone. I can’t get in touch with [her boyfriend] either. Have you heard from her? Call … More Public apology
I can’t even remember if I’ve mentioned that I’m taking two graduate courses this semester. It was all part of The Plan That Wasn’t To Be: I was going to be working in a school media center, which was going to limit my constant contact with kids, which was going to limit my exhaustion; I … More Procrastination
Behold: my family a la South Park. Seriously, I need help. I don’t think I can collect unemployment if this is the reason I’m not working. Mom Megan Charity