I was laying in a bed, a real bed, not the standard-issued cot we had in our cabins. I had just awoken, a miserable, snotty wretch. What I’d give to be anywhere else. Back at school even. Away from all this crap. Yet here I was, still at Camp Prison-Shit. How long had I been out, I did not know.
When I was in college I remember overhearing a fellow student talk about her plans for spending her junior year studying abroad. She was going to go to France for a semester and planning to get a Eurail pass to … Continue reading →
I consider myself a bright, smart woman with some common sense. I can look at a glass and tell you if it’s half empty or half full (Hint: I always say, full!) I can add 550 and 339 in my … Continue reading →
Happy 90th, Mama.
I wasn’t ready for you to go. None of us were. But the hard part–and it was achingly, stabbing-pain hard–was that by the time you died you were already gone. Alzheimer’s had stolen your memory, your thoughts and your good sense, leaving you vacantly confused, and the light in you snuffed out. Continue reading →
There’s nothing that says mortality like when someone of your generation dies.
Robin Williams is gone, and if you don’t know that it’s because you’ve been deeply engrossed in America’s Got Talent, Cops or Hardcore Pawn. (Yes, that’s a real name of a reality show but don’t ask me what it’s about because I don’t do reality shows.)