Somebody Has to Bake the Pie
In my last appointment before the holidays, my therapist and I talked about how this year would be different without my dad there. Big Gay does so much of Christmas for us, but there were a few things...
View ArticleChili Dogs and Sawdust Make Me Cry
Last week, I ruined a pan of milk gravy that I was fixing with porkchops. I cried over that pan of gravy, but not because it had too much salt yet still tasted like cornstarch. I cried because I...
View ArticleGive What’s Left of Me Away
Daddy’s birthday was always so easy to remember–the last day of May. A sadness hung around the edge of today. I did a pretty fair job of keeping it at bay, but it knocked some tears out of me about...
View ArticleComing Back to My Senses
G caught me flapping my hands and muttering to myself this morning so he asked what was up. “Carlos needs to get dressed, Vivi’s lunchbox is missing, I need to get the house organized because the...
View ArticleSunset With the God of Horses
Poseidon was the god of the sea, earthquakes, and horses. All the things that thunder. The things that shake the ground beneath us and remind us that we can be moved. Tonight, when I went walking along...
View ArticleKnow How to Receive This Gift
I owe y’all an update on the kitten! If we’re friends on Facebook, you already know the surprise ending (spolier alert: WE GOT A NEW KITTEH!) As with just about everything in my life, this adventure...
View ArticleHousehold Spirits
“Mommy, I’m having that anxious feeling again.” Vivi and Pengy curled up on the couch next to me, ten minutes past bedtime. I stretched her legs over mine so i could rest my hand on her knee. “What’s...
View ArticleBuild Me a Son Like Joe
For 50 years, the world has been home to my brother Joe. For 48 years and 2 weeks, I’ve had the pleasure of being his little sister and sometimes making him cry. When we were little, I’m sure I made...
View ArticleLiving or Nonliving
How do we know if it’s living? A few weeks ago, after he had spent an afternoon with me at my office, Carlos and I stepped off the curb and cut a diagonal across the parking lot towards my car. “Mama?...
View ArticleCook Until Done
I’m bringing the carrot casserole to our family Thanksgiving at Cowtail tomorrow. Any potluck, buffet or repast wouldn’t be a family dinner without it. I’m not even sure where it came from, but the...
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