Last year as winter approached, we found tiny abandoned babies along the shore when we went for our evening walk. We'd be chatting, and then I'd hear a cry. Was it a bird? We'd pause, step back and listen and there, night after night, was another small, cold, hungry kitten. The first one was under … Continue reading Look for Sweetness
Mama is Preparing to Leave this World
Every time I return from Toronto I know that these trips will be over soon. After my Dad and his wife died I never went back to Victoria. The home, the chairs sitting in the sun, the desk with the photos, the box of tea, the couch where I crashed, was gone. Those very things … Continue reading Mama is Preparing to Leave this World
Mom and the Old Bitch Above
There was a time in my youth when I wished my Mom was dead. As soon as I wished it I realized that it was a terrible solution. I knew that my Mom drove me crazy in various ways but it was certainly not fair to request her death in order to set me free … Continue reading Mom and the Old Bitch Above
I should be calling her on the phone right now. And I am reluctant. It is not because she is a self-pitying or complaining, or crabby or incoherent. When I do call we have fun calls about writing, thinking, dreaming, regrets, and relationships. The hard part is saying good bye because I can tell that she … Continue reading My Mom
Snow, Snow, Snow!
If the room is filled with a cool white light and the air smells crisp like apples and fresh laundry, then you can tell that it has snowed before you even open your eyes. I remember the joy of smelling snow as a child, and jumping out of bed to see if it was true. … Continue reading Snow, Snow, Snow!