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Tag Archives: mother
moon landing
My mother just called me. She is not yet 90, but almost. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk and I tried to talk myself out of not wanting to talk, but I think it showed. Maybe I’m just … Continue reading
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Tagged family, guilt, money, moon landing, mother, sister, space, speaking, stamps, words
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Happy Saint Rainerius Day
I have not been writing very much. So I hope we can begin or start over again. I would like to write in a different way but that might take a major shock to my system because relocating and removing … Continue reading
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Tagged authenticity, Jungians, lip sync, mother, pretend, real, self-critical
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jello
i just returned home from the queasy experience of visiting my mother in the hospital, a mere few hours after her back surgery. but it was not entirely the experience of seeing her that made me queasy. i feel awful … Continue reading
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Tagged abandonment, basket- case, cafeteria, coffee, dignity, hospital, hurricane, infantilism, intensive care, jellow, lunch, mother, Sahara, Siberia, terror
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the entitled
a day of vast contrast. the heartbreak of seeing my mother in such a frail state following surgery (i know she will have a swift recovery, but still… ) and then dealing with the spoiled, entitled little frat’ish boys at … Continue reading
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Tagged entitlement, fault, frat boys, hospital, mother, recovery, spoiled, stamina
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unalone wolf
I ended my nearly 48 hours of not speaking to anyone but cashiers and front desk clerks around 9pm this evening when my mother called. It was very very tempting to extend the duration, but how can you not answer … Continue reading
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Tagged 83, aloofness, Bob Dylan, cashiers, front desk clerks, lone wolf, mother, Oracle, selfish, shyness, silence, snobbery, The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar, tribal, wasteful
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the way we were
she said, no worries it’s all good, i responded in response. then she asked, how can it all be good? i had an instinct that it all was, almost a premonition about something good. maybe not all of it, but … Continue reading
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Tagged absence, arthritis, belief system, deflation, doom, fruit, granular, insecurity, instinct, it's all good, mother, no worries, premonition
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The Lost Pedestrian 