Yesterday I wrote about a traumatizing moment in my life. A keystone moment, the kind that causes ripples years later, and I found myself unable to pinpoint the decisions which delivered me to that moment. How did it begin? How did I wind up in a situation in which I had no options but to … Continue reading Do You Remember?
This morning I wrote 1400 words about the most traumatic moment of my life. Something that happened 30 years ago. Something that has stayed with me all this time. I wrote it all down and I didn't cry and I don't feel angry and that feels like progress. It feels like vindication.
I moved to Providence 20 years ago and moved away four years later and while I've been back to visit on a few occasions, this time was somehow different. Derek and his buddy were running a race downtown, the start line near the mall where I used to work. I couldn't stop taking photos of … Continue reading Providence
I was fourteen at the time. Or was it fifteen? I was somewhere in between fourteen and fifteen because sometimes our age isn’t a direct correlation to the calendar. It’s not important. I was young, an almost or already sophomore in high school when I wrote a letter to the studio that produced the television … Continue reading I’m Not Proud of Myself
Traveling is a little scary for me. Not in a debilitating sort of way, more in an anticipatory way. Like when you receive a present from a person who doesn’t know you very well. Presents are great, I love them, when you hand me a wrapped package chances are I am doing some pretty impressive … Continue reading I’ll Take the Road Less Traveled, But Only if There’s Good Food
The house I grew up in had a lot of little rooms and a lot of little doors. It was our second house and my parents took my sister and I to look for new places to live when my father got transferred to Des Moines. I don't remember the other houses we looked at … Continue reading Premonition
It was hot this weekend. Gross hot. The kind of hot that makes you want to hunker down inside, away from the sun, and watch television. So we did. This is not a difficult thing for me to do. It's my natural state. But for Derek, it seems a little harder. He gets antsy sitting … Continue reading Hot and Definitely Bothered
Waiting for an organ transplant is not like other kinds of waiting. It's not like waiting for a prescription to get filled, or waiting for your turn at the post office. It's not like waiting for a wound to heal, or a plane to arrive, or a cake to bake. It's not like waiting for … Continue reading Stop Waiting, Start Living
(This is a warning of sorts to say there will often be times when I repeat a theme or a thought because I am trying to come at it from another angle. I not going to bother to look at a potentially similar previous post so I don't get suckered into saying the same thing. … Continue reading Deciding to Decide
I locked myself out of the house yesterday. It was late in the day, I'd gone out to water the plants and normally I check the handle lock on the door before I leave because sometimes it locks (on its own? Maybe when I last unlocked the door, I inadvertently lock it?) and I panic. … Continue reading Progress