My intention was to post a Mother’s Day tribute this morning and then have a day of self care. This is the 18th Mother’s Day without her. My grief is now adult sized. It’s matriculated through the stages (a few times). We take a vote, my grief and I, and Read more…
The province is going into its third lockdown. Minneapolis is in the spotlight as the George Floyd murder trial begins. Traumas are resurrected. Spring seems to have had a false start. Everyone is grieving. Even if you don’t know it. Even if you do, it might be deeper than you Read more…
10 am Sunday January 26, 2020. A helicopter crashes in Calabassas, California. I am in Toronto stuffing five dollar bills into red envelopes. I double check my head count, there was a pregnancy announcement at the last family gathering, wait that was in November, my numbers are good. The family Read more…
‘Hey, I’m sorry about Chivalry.” ” I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Sure, of course , I just wanted you to know – ” “Yeah. Ok. I get it. Thanks.” I wish I had a door to slam in his face but it’s a loft. I don’t want him here Read more…
Her mom used to say look to the water. Whenever something went wrong in a day, she’d say “Look to the water, it’ll soothe you.” They were island people so finding water had been easy. Bee was in the big city now. Soothing had been hard to come by until Read more…
Wednesday’s hump was sizable. I revised the About page on the blog. It is normally not a noteworthy endeavor but as happens when you avoid doing something, everything is that much weightier when you finally get around to it. I haven’t been inspired to make any notes from The Middle Read more…
Birds of Jamaica by Frank Bernal 8 min @ Noir Coffee & Tea, TO Kate and Robin hadn’t said a complete sentence to each other since 1995. Quite a feat in their garrulous and extended Irish family. Kate facilitated the arrangement by constantly being on assignment with Doctors Without Borders Read more…
I couldn’t decide on a color. I could say it’s a blue day. I woke up in the pitch black to drive my godmother to the airport. Her sister, my ‘aunt’ just died. On the way back the sun was coming up but the sky was mostly Read more…