Tag Archives: death As I pulled out of the parking lot onto Passyunk Avenue I saw the sleek, antique Thunderbird convertible. It was black, the top was down, and seeing it flooded me with distant memories. When I was a little girl, maybe four or five, my grandfather, Bud, promised me that when I learned to drive he would […]  I had two moms, though not in the Heather Has Two Mommies kind of way, mine were serial. I know there are plenty of people with two moms, for a variety of reasons, in a variety of families, and with a variety of stories. This is the Mothers’ Day story of my two moms. I’m […]  Imagine you’re watching a movie and you can see something terrible is about to happen, but the characters have no idea it is the moment before things change forever. Because they aren’t aware of the future they’re not drinking in every second or paying extra close attention. They are having a regular or in this […]  I have over 100 unfinished posts in my drafts file. They are in various states of completion, some no more than a title or a few lines, others much longer, but lacking something. I have a reminder hanging up that reads “What is the story you want to tell?” I ask myself that question so […]  Half of the country is traveling today, the rest will travel tomorrow, and a travel log is essential to capture our trips. My brother traveled to Philadelphia Monday so we could drive together to my sister’s today. He likes to visit here. He is inordinately fond of one of my cats, James Bond. My house […] |
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