I'm flitting from one thing to the next and can't land on one thing in particular. I've been engulfed, smothered, and consumed by a grief that I didn't know was possible. i picked up the phone Saturday around noon and heard my mom's voice, but it still feels like a dream. "Kitty's dead." I want … Continue reading The Ugly
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I've had a week -- birthday parties, another visit from Mamala, more marriage strife, and a wretched cold. So, I'm eating walnuts, drinking wine, and doing my best to form coherent sentences. My husband is a financial idiot. Oh, he's smart, but I now know that when we were young sprouts existing in a passionate … Continue reading More Big Stuff
