The last evening sky… Friday, October 7 We underestimated time though time’s not really ours to estimate. Today was our leave-taking, but we didn’t leave. There were escapades and laughter and sushi and smelling of the flowers a sweet see-you-later. There were sneaking beach chairs and runaway shopping carts. Come back, Jack. Come back. Wh00sh…. wh00sh… Later […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 6 #SouthFloridaBound
Thursday, October 6 Matthew’s devastated Jeremie, and now he’s got his eye on Jeremy, but Jeremy can run. He can take his family and run west away from the storm. And if it all crumbles, he’s covered. Today we clean and carry away the leftovers, go out to eat, laugh. There’s no time to cry except […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 5 #SouthFloridaBound
Wednesday, October 5 They come with blankets and a Bandie To disembowel the family home, But they can’t shelve memories In the recesses of a semi. It’s Random Acts of Poetry Day and I scribble hasty words of home on the side of a book box. There’s a leap and a yelp down by […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 4 #SouthFloridaBound
Tuesday, October 4 Seven men and seven hours to pack a house and crate time and music minus doughnuts and pizza and a driver’s frantic call to his accountant because if he didn’t wire $450 to the IRS right away they’d issue a warrant for his arrest. The grand girl won a […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 3 #SouthFloridaBound
Monday, October 3 Delays are good. Sometimes. Like when the packers are supposed to come on Monday and then they aren’t. Because you discover that you’re far from ready for them anyway, because you’ve underestimated stuff, and you’ve forgotten to pay your bills, and you’ve lost a safe deposit box key. Did I mention the grandgirl delayed to clean […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 2 #SouthFloridaBound
Sunday, October 2 Last night I hugged my dad and hugged my brother. Sissy made no-churn ice cream and homemade cinnamon rolls to see us off. The colors are changing, and we are changing. I wonder when we’ll see fall again. Our daughter needs us home. She’s exhausted (as we all are), and friends […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 1 #SouthFloridaBound
Saturday, October 1 It’s been raining for three days. Muddy waves churn from the newly dug drain field in the side yard. I’m wearing a Tshirt when I meet D at the airport. I take along a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and a jacket. He changes in Bob Evans’ restroom. His blood has […]
When You Entertain Unaware
“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,” wrote the author of Hebrews, “for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.” “Did we talk about that [the following event] then?” I asked Sissy the other day. “I don’t remember,” she responded. Maybe our brains were still reeling from the bourbon. I asked […]
A Visit to the Holocaust Memorial Center
It happened, therefore it can happen again: this is the core of what we have to say. It can happen, and it can happen everywhere. ~ Primo Levi A renovated boxcar is set on rails embedded in the floor where we enter the Holocaust Memorial Center. Two hundred people might have once crammed inside […]
When You Need to Seam Home
The men are laying new vinyl today. “Do you want the seam here… or there?” asks the one in charge. And I’m thinking, I don’t care. I won’t be living with it. This will no longer my home. I’m losing my sense of home. I’m already separating from it like a dying person begins to […]
