Tiara Me Sue

My child's uncle, my former brother-in-law, died two days ago at his home. B was spending the weekend with Dad, so they got the news relatively fast and made it to his house while his body was still inside (they were already in the car to go out). "When we got there, the police came out and said they were sorry for our loss. We didn't go inside." That's one image memory B keeps bringing up. I made plans to go pick B up, but my older daughter Deren volunteered to go, and B agreed. I have a tendency to be too 'talky' in B's opinion, and the older sister would probably be of more comfort. Once home, I figured B would head straight for the bedroom (and I was right), but I readied the kitchen table to paint. Maybe if we painted together, it would help. B is quite the little artist and there are a few creative projects we work well on and enjoy together, so I knew it could be comforting. At the time I got the call, I was sitting on the bed contempla...

Forgive me all, for I have slipped; it has been four months since my last blog post. That's what happens to a writer when focusing on finishing a book, or to someone who's been working too many hours at a job, or the person who's gone on vacation and managed to be  on vacation - and even the person who finds herself so stressed out that she has to isolate (and yes, sometimes, hide ). Sometimes it's all of the above, too. That's what happens to anyone when life  happens; we slip a little, stop to regain our footing, and start again. I've been writing an awful lot during these past four months - I know, not that you'd notice - and one of the reasons I haven't written anything here comes down to a number of awkward thought processes that writers go through regarding 'putting forth work'. I call them awkward because they are a blend of the reasonable and the unreasonable and have the power to hold a writer immobile in a sort of limbo. Writing is ...