Memories
What did your childhood bedroom look like? – We moved around so much that I never really had a bedroom for more than maybe a year and a half, two years at a time. (To new and newish readers, I moved 23 times during the first 25 years of my life; I don’t really love [...]
I had a whole post planned about how I wasn’t going to write a traditional 9/11 post like everyone and their brother seems to be doing (mostly because look… I saw it once, I don’t want to see photos of it again), but I veered off into all sorts of things and eventually wasn’t even [...]
So, Tim and I were watching a completely wretched werewolf movie the other night – – truthfully, I can’t tell you how wretched it was because as soon as what I’m about to tell you, I was only thinking of the house and gardens, not the movie itself. But it had Anthony Hopkins in it! [...]
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This one’s for … oh my gosh, who was I talking with the other week about this? Sharon and Ginger? Alana and Sharon? Anyone else my age-ish who remembers the old Marlo Thomas show, “Free to Be You and Me”?
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Today would have been Bill’s 67th birthday; next Saturday would have been my dad’s 69th. I still miss them both, so much, every day.
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(Originally posted June 19, 2005) I don’t really remember the first person I lost. I think it was either Aunt Nellie or Aunt Mildred, gone when I was young. Less than 10, I think. Too young to really get what death meant, or how heavy it could hit you. Next would probably be my grandfather, [...]
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(Originally posted August 9, 2006) This post is for Beth, who didn’t know that today was my third anniversary and just Monday asked the question of how Tim and I met. The short story is that we met at work. The long story is much longer, and is proving hard for me to write. To [...]
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(Originally posted February 19, 2006) Bill, yesterday: “I told my doctor I was more interested in quality of life, and not longevity. I kind of assumed he’d understand that ‘quality of life’ meant, you know, fucking walking.” Sometimes you just have to laugh, because the crying would kill you.
(Originally posted on May 2, 2007) He died about a month ago While winter filled the air And though I cried I was so proud To love a man so rare. He’s somewhere on the ocean now, That’s where he ought to be With one hand on the starboard rail He’s waving back at me. [...]
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(Originally posted June 2, 2005) The roads we’ve driven All the stories we could tell If it all blows up and goes to hell I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel And listen to the stories we could tell -Jimmy Buffet He glanced at the sleeping child in the passenger [...]
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