my mother listened to the entire republican debate, something I could not bring myself to do.
I listened intermittently.
I need to learn more about how brains connect, disconnect, make sense and make meaning.
msnbc is one big touchstone in this house.
confusions come and go; her political leanings are steadfast.
pole star sort of.
another place to consider whether or not in fact there might
about
before we buried my father's ashes, his wife told us that we might want to bury something along with the wooden box. people appeared to be considering this seriously.
hmm, I thought. hmm.
on the back of one of my business cards i wrote there might be cake.
on the one hand, this is ludicrous. i don’t even know how much my father liked cake. i don’t think he had a belief in an afterlife, and yet it seemed important, just in case. to send him off with a note of something hopeful. a good maybe.
now, months later, he's still dead and I still wonder.
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