Update: I wrote the following a year ago after a friend suffered a horrible loss. It sat in Drafts, unpublished, until today. Sweet baby girl would have been a year old. The baby passed away Saturday. It is Monday, two days later. It is easier to write the facts because the feelings get tangled somewhere…
I spent my birthday last week in my old home town, and it was a lovely day. My childhood friend and my mother and I had coffee, lunch, and a walk about town. The sun was shining, it was warm but not too hot. Here’s a little bit of what we found. It still makes…
I have been collecting Pyrex for years but hadn’t really noticed. It sort of evolved (like the size of my hips). Recently, my sister has gone hog-wild crazy over the stuff, and with good reason. It is rather delightful, it keeps well (if cared for), and because of the many sizes and patterns, it is…
I grew up three blocks from here, near the fast-paced, cool waters of the Clackamas river. That isn’t quite true; they aren’t cool, they are dangerously, deceptively cold. Someone drowned near here a few days ago, again. This one was 21. We took a walk yesterday–my mother, my daughter, and I–above the river, about mid-day.…
I don’t think there is any truth. There are only points of view. Allen Ginsberg We came upon this lovely hunk of furniture on one of our favorite Oregon hiking trails. What do you see?
Biology is the least of what makes someone a Mother. ~Oprah Winfrey Happy, happy birthday, Baby Cakes. ~ Your mother
finding merle 