Well, it has been a weird few months. Let me put on my Inigo Montoya voice: There is no attention span long enough (yours nor mine) to explain, so let me sum up. The Cool Thing (TCT) has been a slow earthquake over here – all at once No Big
1. My parents moved away. I think this is the first time one of us has moved away from the others that I haven’t been filled with gaspy abandonment issues. Since I’m 37 years old, I wanna say YAY ME, but feel it is only appropriate to do so in
Middle sister called. Mentioned Dad has been reminiscing a lot. I waited for her to say something like I had experienced — how his new sentimentality was a fishhook in the heart. Like Dad cramming for finals or something. Instead: “It’s an indicator for Alzheimer’s. People get confused in real
I really don’t want to talk about this anymore. Is exhausting. But I can’t let the last post stand without adding this other piece. Although I didn’t appreciate his parenting style, my father was an overwhelmingly awesome personal role model. It’s very confusing to be so pissed at someone you
My dad’s gotten his Senility Troll down to four panels or less lately. It’s like I’m trapped in the comics section of my local newspaper. Today’s installment: DAD: Oh! In case I forget – an early happy birthday to you, Anne. ME (in a tone implying I’m a little incredulous