My father’s mother My mother’s father Two aunts Friends Myself Now, my father. The official diagnosis came in yesterday. It isn’t good. I’m devastated.

I have a tendency to run from things. As a child, I was non-confrontational. I would run to my room, shutting the door, shutting the world out.…… Read more “running”

My brain feels clouded. I think it’s the cold. I’d blame the cough syrup, but I haven’t taken it yet. I’m thinking about vintage typewriters and organizing…… Read more “mish mosh”

It’s a new year, and I have goals. I want to be more organized. I want to travel some this year. I want to take more photos.…… Read more “twelve”

I’ve got a wicked cold, and I barely made it to midnight last night, but I’m looking to 2012 to be a good year. I don’t make…… Read more “new year”

I hear this song at holiday time and I’m faced with a rush of conflicting emotions. My father loves this song, and I have the same feelings.…… Read more “the prayer”

There is a box in the middle of my living room. It is full of pieces of my memory. Some are older, moments from my childhood passed…… Read more “ornamental”