“G’s pony died.” It’s my sister. “Oh no. She ok?” “Yeah. She is. But I’m not.” “Sorry ’bout that. What happened to it?” “Not the pony. Our dogs.” “Huh?” “You know, our dogs. Yours and mine. When we were little. I was telling mom this morning about the pony and how glad I am that
Monthly Archives: May 2006
Mawsie’s house was on a hill. When she was old and I was young. After she died someone sat a bear on her porch. They killed it and stuffed it and left it there, because it was something to do and they didn’t want it in the house. Her husband passed away some time back
I had to do my fair share of adjusting when I moved to England. I survived the culture shock and the beans for breakfast. But it was the whole “You say tomAAAto , I say tomAHto” thing that took a while. If I’m honest, it’s still taking. (Last week I asked a concierge for directions
I’m away and the blog’s on autopilot. This means reruns. Looking for feedback on that which has none. Criticism. Construction. From the novel….it’s death and dumplins…. When I was three I began gathering flowers from the mountainside; placing them into open caskets of distant cousins. I ate chicken and dumplings in parlor rooms beside dead
I wake up at 3am. My head hurts and I can’t sleep. I watch Tony Robbins sell confidence on the telly. The sun’s out by 5. Back in by 7. It’s gonna pour. I’m on my way to work and notice I have on two different socks. Why am I wearing socks? I spend the
Mother’s Day. 1984. Of course she remembers. It was the year Billy and I brought home a dead horse. Read It: You can’t make this stuff up. We were going to take it to school for ‘show and tell’. Lucky we showed it to momma first.
He tells me my hair looks funny and then ….it’s on. I want to say I hate his jacket and who looks good in orange anyway? I don’t. Instead I give him the look and ask “Why would you say that?”. “Because I love you.” How do you argue with ‘I love you’, even when
Two old men. A diner near the Tug River Valley. One wears a red face. He calls his friend Plez. Plez: The General’s a pastor now. Red: I reckon? Plez: Yup. Says God spoke to him. Set him on his course. They figure on it. For a while. Plez: But we don’t know. We don’t
Tall Dark & Handsome’s brother just got back from the North Pole. More or less. He spent two weeks in Svalbard dog sledding through white-outs and walking on thin ice. My mother went to Chicago once when she was 17. Barring truckers, that’s about as far as any of my family got until I started
I’m on the phone with my grandmother. She’s turning sixty-something this week and I called to tell her how young and fabulous she was. But she knows this already. Conversation then turns to food (because why wouldn’t it) and she starts in about breakfast and lunch and what she’s gonna have for dinner. I tune
