On Monday, September 10, 2001, a nurse came to my house and drew blood from my son. The results of such test were always supposed to arrive quickly but they always took twenty-four hours. She was checking his red cell count. It had been low the previous Thursday at his regular clinic visit. I asked [...]
My son casually dropped the idea that he was going to drive his family to Iowa to attend a Power Show that he remembered from his own childhood. A Power Show in this case is a showcase for old engines, steam or diesel or firewood, from the early 1900’s. My husband almost as casually — [...]
I went to an old-fashioned Power Show last week. I spent four days in the car and four days not in the car with seven other people. We stayed in an apartment above a diner on Main Street, in a town of about 5,000 people. The apartment was very long and narrow, with skylights to [...]
I have an old post that says, February! How did that happen? So I didn’t call this post, August! How did that happen? But it’s how I feel. The Shy Museum Goer has a new post about a Mexican artist, a woman who is not Frida Kahlo. Maria Izquierdo has a fascinating story of struggle, [...]
Michele Bourdeau was 81 when she died Sunday, July 26. Explaining my relationship to her is either very simple or very complicated. But dusty today ... She was married to my brother for seven months. Then he died. Now, fifty-eight years later, she has died. I have been going through emails I had from her [...]
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