Aug 16, 2012 |
Every time I walk into my mother’s house, it’s fresh. Revitalizing. Clean.
My mother doesn’t live on a dirt lot or have five cats. She doesn’t have any cats, but for the sake of drama in this post, I’m emphasizing the five cats she doesn’t have… and we do.
My mother’s house is the house my house aspires to be.
For the last ten days, I’ve been intensely deep cleaning Bedford Manor. And even the cats are sleeping better because of it.
Two days ago, I received the best compliment ever. Dot and I went to lunch at my … read the rest. . .
May 21, 2012 |
Louie, a fellow creative writer, would be upset if I used his death as an excuse to not keep with my self-promise to blog every day.
We’re still working our way through the pain. Dot’s best friend had his graduation party today, which helped. Except that he, too, was good friends with Louie. At any given moment, one or more of the seven graduates in the room could be found crying, surrounded by the rest.
It’s an extremely surreal experience and I never wish this agony on anyone.
I don’t want to write. But Louie wouldn’t want me to use … read the rest. . .
Oct 22, 2011 |
by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
This is the true story of Will Power. Will was given to me by my mom one year. I keep Will with me at all times, always within arm’s reach. Even so, sometimes I forget about Will Power.
I used to take Will Power to work with me every day. Will would keep me company as I drove to and from errands, took care of the house, spent time with my family, and faced things I’d rather run away from.
This is Will. No, not the ghost who looks a bit … read the rest. . .
