• The COVID Diaries: RIP Queen of Savage

    Oh Darling Ones, One of my favorite real-life characters died and I am sad. I wrote about Carol Sue once, a long time ago. It’s a good piece. You should read it. Sister #2 and I love to talk about what an icon Carol Sue was. We always called her…

  • How Do You Describe the Impossible

    When April started I had big plans to blog every day like the glory days of the 200 project. I did really well for three days. Then something happened. Something else probably happened, and then my Aunt Janis died. Her death was sudden and shocking. She was only 60 years…

  • Three Scenes From My Life with a Tom Petty Soundtrack

    Scene 1: 1996 A bright, sunny day in August, most of my family is huddled under the trees in a small, family cemetery on McColl Road in Savage. They’ve close the road because there are so many mourners. We are burying my 19-year-old cousin Alan who died in a freak…

  • In Memory of Paco (1998-2017)

    I thought I was ready. Paco’s health had been dwindling for three years. He was the kind of scrawny that made people wince when they looked at him. Petting him was no fun because he was so bony. I could count his vertebrae and his hips stuck out of his…

  • Writing My Obit Before Dying of Rage

    Colleen McCullough, the woman who wrote The Thorn Birds died today. This is the lead paragraph from her obituary in The Australian: Colleen McCullough, Australia?s best selling author, was a charmer. Plain of feature, and certainly overweight, she was, nevertheless, a woman of wit and warmth. In one interview, she…

  • The Emotion of Grief Really Stinks

    If I had been able to get a tattoo in 1989 at the age of 17 it most definitely would have been the words “Carpe Diem” or if I were feeling super adventurous “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” Thus was the importance of the movie “Dead Poets Society” in…

  • Missing Maya

    At Family Dinner on Monday I recounted my cleaning the loft exploits to my family, rattling off the treasure trove of old ticket stubs I discovered in a pencil box. “Pearl Jam, R.E.M, Warped Tour,” I rattled off. “I even have the ticket from when we went to see Maya…

  • The Ritual of Mourning

    I have discovered two things about myself since Uncle George died. 1.) I have a mourning routine. 2.) I am a person who needs the closure of a funeral/service/wake. My routine seems to involve spending the first day crying, pretty much all the time at everything death related and not.…

  • In Memory of Uncle George

    My Uncle George died last night of a heart attack. In that picture up there, a picture of a Polaroid from Christmas 1982, he’s the one with the glasses. My mom scrawled “Mom kids” on the bottom of the picture, in case we forgot who all those people were. George…