I’m not writing this for pity, nor for cries of “Poor Rebecca!”, nor, even, for anyone to come rushing to my aid. I am writing this for catharsis, and to whine. I had a terrible day today. Terrible. Awful. Absolutely the Worst in Recent Memory. First of all, my mother left. I knew it was … More A No Good, Very Bad Day
The Resting Time is my Golden Hour. Every afternoon, for one hour, the children each go to their beds, and I go to the couch, or my own bed, or even the kitchen table, and read or write or talk on the phone without interruption. The boys almost never sleep, and Emma Grace sleeps about … More Thinking About It
1. Being given chocolate. 2. Being given fabulous meals, like grilled chicken with curry peanut sauce, or tortellini with alfredo sauce, or pork with Vietnamese sauce. 3. Napping. 4. Sleeping in. 5. Watching A&E and BBC productions of English literature that you have read or not. 6. Receiving wonderfully sympathetic and even moving cards and … More Some Lovely Things About Being an Invalid
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or … More though i have closed myself as fingers
Yesterday morning at 7:23 my mother and two sons entered our bedroom. My mother carried the tray that the boys had so carefully prepared. It was breakfast in bed: coffee with half and half (because really, what good is coffee without half and half?), generous portions of orange juice (I am notoriously stingy with orange … More Yesterday
I just wanted to say that, because sometimes it is.
One week ago today I took my Saturday walk with Pam and we talked about the weather. It would be a fine day, we decided, for their annual Easter party and egg hunt. Not too hot, so the chocolate wouldn’t melt inside the eggs. But not raining either, we hoped, and not cold. It would … More We All Fall Down