A Long December

Today would have been my dad’s 77th birthday. He died two weeks after his 60th. It used to be, growing up, Bill’s birthday, then a week later my dad’s birthday, then a week later, Christmas, then a week later, New Year’s. Constant celebration. Now it’s always just me trying to …

You just call out my name

Do you have siblings? I don’t. I’m an only child (not for lack of my parents trying, mom, I’m sorry about your loss). I don’t know what it’s like to have someone connected to you like that. Someone who grew up in the same house and knows the same people …

The Practicality of Preparing

The last few months, I’ve been helping my aunt and uncle decide what to do with their manuscripts, correspondence, papers, and library. They’re not planning on leaving the party any time soon, mind you! But it’s good to have a plan, so we’re planning. They do not have any children, …

On apologizing and making amends

“Oh, laws,” you’re thinking. “She doesn’t write forever and then she gives us one with song lyrics… it’s always a hard thoughtful one when there are song!lyrics!” Hey. At least I just pepper the lyrics in there as words, and don’t do some horrific 90s music pop-up that plays the …

Ghost

I love a good ghost story, especially haunted houses. But do I believe in ghosts? Hmm. Well, I’d have to believe in an afterlife in order to believe in ghosts, and since nobody has ever sent me a postcard from the afterlife, well… Well. So, what then? What are hauntings? …

Ugh; the ultrasound

Well, I didn’t intend to drag my heels on this one, but a combination of a few crafty things I was consumed with, coupled with this being my least favorite part of the story, added up together for a delay. The physical aspects of the ultrasound were not so bad …

Hello, evening

A lot of my evenings since the birthday party have looked like this. Pajamas, knitting, a little drinkie, and (until I ate them all) a cupcake. Mmmmmm. I should have cupcakes in the house all the time — they’re like tasty little love bombs. Mmmmm. Deliciousness. One thing that’s been …

Dad’s old train set

Dusty, and could use some touching up, but still just as loved (by me) as when my dad opened it for Christmas some time in the early 1940s. I also still have the track for it, and most of the buildings. Last time I hooked it up, it even still …

Easter Snowman

I got nuthin’ — here’s one from the archives! Easter, 2002. Tim’s parent’s anniversary. My first visit up to meet them after Tim and I had started dating a few months before. There was just enough snow left on the ground for me to push some together into the world’s …