Twenty-five years ago today I was in agony. The ob. nurse had to get on top of me and help me push the baby out because I was so exhausted after 24 hours of labor. I was glad Dr. Roach told her to do that–he didn’t want to do surgery. He was tired–he had been […]

Whose mouse are you? Nobody’s mouse. Where is your mother? Inside the cat. Where is your father? Caught in a trap. Where is your sister? Far from home. Where is your brother? I have none. What will you do? Shake my mother from the cat. Free my father from the trap. Find my sister and […]

My three ships are in–Brendan from L-ville, Ian from Glendale, Caitlan from England. They are my comfort, my support, my purpose. They are unconditional love. They breathe Wayne and reflect the influence of Joe. They are the immortality of a special union. Amazingly, it was a good day. We awoke late, having been to Midnight […]

We picked up Ian and Brendan in Louisville and went to the North End Cafe for breakfast with Yale. We ate pork tenderloin, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce and peas. We are at Deb’s. My kids are home. It is good. Poem: Excerpt of “Christmas” by George Herbert. Public Domain. “Christmas” The shepherds sing; and […]

I was driving in the car and I had on THE WORLD from PRI and Lisa Mullins was interviewing Aine Minogue, a Celtic harpist who has released a cd of Celtic lamentations. And I realized they were talking to me about my grief. She said that universally cultures grieve for a year and then move […]

My children are philosophers. Not surprising since their father was such, and the little time that they spent with their philosopher-stepfather must have affected them as well. Brendan the railer(he who rails against the MAN), Ian the searcher (he keeps heading East), and Caitlan the seeker of justice (she wonders whether India and Ghana are […]

My brother got my tag and listed Faure’s Requiem and that’s one of the pieces on my Canterbury Cathedral cd from Aunt Carol. It was very weird because I was listening to it when I read his blog. Last night I talked to my son Ian–he called me because my daughter had alerted both my […]