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Eat
The journey has been long, years in the making, years in the enduring. There are many, so many, stories of frustration, disappointment, inadequacy, inability. After all, there’s only one thing more fundamental, more primal, than a mother’s need, purpose, to feed her child. That one thing is love. And, I suppose, it’s been love, with (…) MORE »
Yeah, whatever
Yesterday, I received a thank you note from my sister. She was in the hospital and I had sent her flowers. I sent her flowers because I knew I should. It was a motion not an action, not from the heart or from love. Since I am 1200 miles away, there was no way for (…) MORE »
Windshield Wiper Fluid
My car is out of windshield wiper fluid. It has been screaming for days, maybe weeks that it was low and today it finally gave out. Crap. Maybe it will rain. I can barely see out the front windshield because of the smudged grime. The wiper makes a sickening sounds as it scrapes across the (…) MORE »
Imagine
May 7, 1998 Imagine 1:30 a.m. Imagine a six month old, a feverish three year old and a befuddled mom still awake. Imagine purple vomit all over the carpeting. Imagine a dog eating the purple vomit. The three year old whimpers because he doesn’t feel good. “Momma, I doonnn’t feeeel goood.” Hack, hack. Hack, hack. (…) MORE »
