So me and Jimmy drove down to Atlantic City to get away from it all, as Jimmy put it. He was trying to be nice. What he meant was get me away from Jolene, or anything that reminded me of her, which in this one-horse town is pretty much everything…. Continue reading
My sister Ruthanne died on New Year’s Day 2012. She fought a short, vicious battle against the bully cancer. Like much of her life, the process was meticulously planned and carried out: Inform siblings. Inform close family & friends. Inform the world. Pack your shit. Close the factory. Turn out… Continue reading
She shambles by
My back door
While I’m drinking
My special coffee
Feeding my spirit
And other exceedingly
Consequential activities Continue reading
It wasn’t until we were waiting for my father to die that my mother told me the story of how they came to be married. They had seen each other socially a few times when Harry went to pick up Claire where she was living with my four future siblings…. Continue reading
My mother was a wonderful woman. My chosen memories are of feeling loved and cherished. Comforted. Of skinned knees lovingly bandaged (with 5-year old me pissed off because she’d say she was sorry. “You didn’t do it!”) I don’t remember her ever hitting me, but the threat of “a lickin’”… Continue reading