Monthly Archives: April 2003

The last thing my father said to me last night as I was shutting off the light in his room: “Be kind to us on your Web site.” “On the smooth, cream-colored page, in Ma’s fine handwriting, Laura read: If … Continue reading →

My mother has always been kind of dotty. Always never hears what I said the first time so I have to yell it the second, a little forgetful, sweet and a source of enormous comfort but not the first one … Continue reading →

Archaic Torso of Apollo We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance from inside, like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low, gleams in all … Continue reading →

I am sitting here drinking beer and eating crackers and everyone else is in bed much earlier than usual, I think because we had a little heat wave here in the suburbs today. The weather station gadget I bought my … Continue reading →

Despite the big buildup, sexy mommy will probably not be in evidence this week. What we get is a me we haven’t regressed to for awhile: Martyr Me. It’s teenage me, basically, plus a hefty dose of daddy’s little girl, … Continue reading →

Everso very slightly pissed off right now, back in Denver visiting family, and I can’t decide which is worse: not being able to sleep because Jackson can’t handle the time change + time zone change, or not being able to … Continue reading →

Chafing against the confines of motherhood, that’s me, yes. Restrictions that only exist in my head? = Yes! But in other peoples’ heads, too. Heads are hard. This morning I thought, Why, if getting laid solved most of my problems, … Continue reading →

Last night at the grocery store, as Jackson was trying to run my driver’s license through the credit card machine and I was struggling to keep him from (a) falling off the check writing thingy and (b) canceling my whole … Continue reading →

To Dorothy You are not beautiful, exactly. You are beautiful, inexactly. You let a weed grow by the mulberry and a mulberry grow by the house. So close, in the personal quiet of a windy night, it brushes the wall … Continue reading →

So I’m going to start working for Jack’s company, like I said, but Jack is not my boss, his partner Gregg is, and it’s probably a good thing. At work, Jack is a hard guy. He spends his days getting … Continue reading →