Around eight, we left my parents’ house for Middle’s place. Middle has a great house with plenty of room, and she’s always kind about letting us stay with her when we visit. After we put kids to bed, Middle wanted to talk about Mom and Dad. As you might suspect,
By Wednesday this week, my mom had left two messages on the home phone, emailed me twice with questions about a future visit, and finally texted me: I called her back Wednesday evening, and she spoke for two hours the way most people barf – in heaves beyond her control,
Last week, we popped off summer break with a visit to Washington, D.C. An emotionally complicated trip, to be sure. I’d been motivated for a few years to take the kids to Smithsonian to celebrate their Nerdish heritage. From ages 12 to 14, I lived in Maryland, and had great
I spoke to my dad by phone the other day. “Hi Natalie!” was the only coherent thing he said, but he was so happy! He kept telling me there was something funny about my name, and laughing in this delighted manner. My best guess: he saw my name come up
Mom says he’s sleeping eighteen hours a day lately. Also, for a while he had to physically clutch on to her in order to understand she was there. But he’s not doing that anymore.