ocean 005: looking up at the sun, by lifecanvas_com_au. Thirteen years ago on September 1, my mother died. She had broken a hip bone in April, and had spent the better part of the next six months in a convalescent hospital ostensibly trying to recuperate from it. My sister and
I will post my thousand words tomorrow. Today, I bow to the eloquence of a friend’s pictures. David Rae’s caption for this: “Toxic Art exhibit on the neutral ground on St. Claude Avenue in the Bywater.” See more of David Rae Morris’ Katrina photojournalism here. And when you are moved,
As the gals passed us by, I found myself commenting to my party guest (after rapidly recording the moment for posterity), “Now that’s something one likes to see.” Party guest: “A girl in an evening gown riding a tractor.” Moi: “Youbetcha.” Party guest (since we were all there wishing bon
Our dear friends with the skirt-wearing, evening-glove bedecked, female pronoun-using son are staying over this week, before they return home to Israel, whence they came eight years ago for grad school. Though none of us in the household (counting seven of us, in our extended state) is a gender-bending boy,
GranBaba with the daughter Who’s GranBaba? My kid’s blood Gramma’s butchie lesbo sweetie, who else? I was recently asked the following: what’s your take on half siblings? other kids from the same donor.. not a part of your family.. who are such lil ppl to you.. or to lil monkey..