. Today my mother would have turned 70. I can imagine her at 70. She would have loved the senior discounts and taking Amtrak every opportunity she could. She would have still made long road trips, driving whatever beatup car she has at the time from her home in Clearwater to make the rounds up … More To My Mother on Her 70th: the Shittiest Birthday Tribute Ever Made.
If you prefer your Marla in a box of sunshine, this post is not for you. Close the window and return tomorrow. There will be a new rainbow, or fluffy kittens and plenty of sunshine when you come back, and our relationship will be none the worse for it. But today I’m lonely. I’m sad. … More Heritage Trail Day 2: Grief and Loneliness…and one more wipeout.
I was sixteen when my dad had his final, fatal heart attack. I was spending my summer with him at his home in Las Vegas. It was a strange summer, full of the awful and the awfully humorous as Dad tried to teach me how to drive his stick-shift VW bus in the middle of … More To my Late Father on his 70th Birthday: Tiny Colossus; Conquering Giant