Monthly Archives: March 2012

My music is life’s distant din, out here alone after dusk; traffic two streets east, a neighbor’s screen door slamming loose, the evening nothing settling warm and cool like lace on my bare arm, in March. I made coffee, strong … Continue reading →

It’s not that I didn’t believe, or maybe that is the case, not believing. Then comes a day where it matters, but not literally. A time when right now happens whether I remember to look at the sky or not. … Continue reading →

I braved running errands with both boys this afternoon. As we set out, I calmly told them I would not be answering requests or most questions, so would they please do their own thing and follow along peacefully. Between the … Continue reading →

I’m sitting on the front porch being rebelliously imperfect. Bird song, cool-warm sixty degree breeze, overcast-brilliant, spring in winter. I don’t know how to right-side just now, so I won’t. I’ll close my eyes, listen to each avian call I … Continue reading →

It’s not one moment I can pull out like a rabbit from a hat. African drums beating sunlight between matters of necessity, I’m alone in the smooth black truck I haven’t driven for weeks, hanging pandora out the window like … Continue reading →

Upstairs, two boys play Lego/pretend/great amazing battle in their pajamas. Grandpa comes over to deliver a few thing for grandma. A grand whiny tantrum erupts above. Little brother has either had enough being bossed, or simply wants his way, and … Continue reading →

Just came home from trip to Cancer Treatment Center, still feeling the effects of chemo last night. Right now my chemo schedule is: Week 1 — long infusion with two chemo meds Week 2 — short infusion with one chemo … Continue reading →

We pulled off at a small town in the cornfields and drove past the town to where farms sit wide apart. My mom needed to rest on the way home from treatment(a three and a half hour drive each way). … Continue reading →

We’re at the Cancer Treatment Centers of America with my mom.  Many of the people in the dining room wear scarves that frame faces that seem rounder than most. Humbled by disease, either as the sufferer, caregiver, or staff, there … Continue reading →

I dreamed an apology, one I gave to an old love for treating him as an interesting pastime rather than a human being. He was the school boy again, not the heavyset father of three. I was me today, wishing … Continue reading →