After visiting Friday evening, I’d invited my mom to go to Starbucks with me the following morning. Middle and her husband don’t keep coffee in the house, and honestly, introverts like me enjoy scheduling as many impromptu exits from society as possible. Plus, Mom had seemed so happy/sad about the
This is how I knew it was gonna be a bad trip: A few days before our scheduled visit, while I was still blissfully sitting in my own damn house, Mom didn’t pick up her phone on either of my attempts. Which usually means 1) her phone has died or
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,
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
The supernatural is seeping in. Which realistically, is probably more related to life stress causing my perceptions to go wonky than a reflection of actual events in the known world. I don’t mind it once in a while, if I’m honest. Ah, refreshing break from the mundane! The first weirdness