Part One, Part Two November 1924 “Do you hear that?” Viola asked as she and Gram (then known as Helen) rolled bandages together in the basement laundry. Even though it was a snowy day, the laundry room was filled with steam from the irons and both girls were flushed. Gram was only twenty but most […]
Day Three is Here. It’s all backwards but such is Life and especially Death Angel met us at the airport with pink plumeria tucked behind her right ear. “I am your parent’s landlady here in Kauai,” she explained. “Your mother, nopoopoo. I drive her.” “She’s our step-mother,” Jane was quick to point out. “But Bob […]
Part 1 here There wasn’t room for her in the Residents’ wing so they put Gram upstairs in Memory Care. Just for the night, they promised, just for the night. Lordy haven’t I been the fool, she thought, expecting my son to have worked everything out ahead of time instead of just dumping me here. […]
A blog can go up in smoke at any moment for any of a dozen reasons. Bloggers get exhausted or discouraged or just don’t want to play the game anymore. They post a “gone fishing” sign as if they will return one day but they don’t. They float away and become one less star in […]
The illegitimate great grandnieces of Kamehameha struggled without success to remain inconspicuous as they waited behind a screen for us to finally leave. The oven had been smoking for some time. Although, it’s probably not called an oven, I thought, and we’re probably their last customers for the day so they’re probably thinking you’ve said […]
Guac and chips on the kitchen table, salsa and humus. Grandes sobrinas chase their children and their dogs down the endless halls. Wasn’t there a cat once? Tia shuffles through the busy kitchen, inspects the rellenos and posole, reaches for a baby and is told to sit. “But I only want to hold the baby, […]
That first record of yours, my child name scrawled across it, a Christmas present Meet the Beatles (they’ll never last…) sits in the closet well preserved. Upon the blustery, forbidden moor, you wander, free from wanting hands, but wanting hearts still search you out. You strike in defense “Leave me be – you didn’t know me.” […]
