Written over several days. I wish this post would just write itself; right itself. I’ve been writing it in my head for days and have been distracted, tired, unable to sit down and plug away. It is a rainy Monday morning and the house is quiet, empty, except for me and the humming, sloshing of the dishwasher, downstairs, a calming sound of presence and work taking place. Something in my house is doing its job and now it is my turn. My mother is gone thirty-eight days. That is a permanent gone. My husband is gone fifteen days. That … Continue reading →

November 28, 2020 I left my husband with the aide and added additional hours to make sure he would not be alone. Then, to work: My friend picked Evan and me up with her daughter in their van, the bubble wrap I had ordered arrived after the fact, so my BFF ran over to Staples and got some to fill in. We met BFF’s husband,(who rented a truck) son, nephew at my mother’s building and went to work. Bit by bit, my mother’s life of seven years in New York City, the city where she was born and to where … Continue reading →