Nine One One
The timeframe escapes me now, but it was post-high school graduation — year is 2000. I am sitting outside my friend Melissa’s house, on the curb. At 18 I was a pothead, had dropped out of Eastern and didn’t really know what to do because–as previously mentioned, I was kicked out after my parents’ divorce…
Even children get older and I’m getting older too
When I had my first child, something in me changed, as they say. But motherhood was rife with hurt and confusion for me. I could not wrap my mind around being away from my baby, ever. And what I mean by that, is not physical connection, but being part of their lives forever. To know…
I hate to leave you, but I hope you’ll know… where I’m going I’ll be seeing you
It’s odd, how this break in my reality finally came. But, fitting. My Uncle John died. John Thomas. Saw this guy 2x in about twenty years, both because the “adults” in the family needed something, but I digress. My cousin, that I don’t speak to (although I did speak to her more than most) texted…
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