Dec 10, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From EF— I would like to have a t-shirt that says “feral.” I realize I would be proud to wear it, and this is new. The thought came to me during what I like to call my pre-dawn crepuscular time. (I love that word.) I don’t know what triggered it,...
Dec 4, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From CB— Why do we vote against our interests? For a start, it should be said that we don’t: most of us don’t vote. Granted, the last Presidential election set a record, but in 2022 the rate dropped from 66% to 49%. And of course the fundamental question: what our...
Nov 28, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From EF— Every year, every decade has brought me gifts. Sometimes they aren’t fully-appreciated until their picture has a frame, and I received a beautiful frame this Thanksgiving. Our family was together at our house. Our daughter Johanna, who has lived in...
Nov 20, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From CB— It’s taken me a very long time to die. On stage, that is. I walked onstage for the first time. I carried some fake cherry blossoms. I was weepy. My duchess had died. I’d known someone very slightly who died, but it wasn’t really part of my daily life. Later,...
Nov 13, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From CB— Today is our anniversary, 63rd. I have to confess that Elizabeth had to remind me: the only dates I remember are Christmas, the Fourth of July (which usually happens on 7/4)—though I don’t think of myself either as Saved or as especially patriotic,—and...
Nov 7, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From EF— For a very small bear, I’m having huge dreams. (When I wondered about the profusion of intense and complicated dreams I have during the darker months, somebody told me I was probably part bear, dreaming during hibernation.) Aging is upping the ante,...
Oct 28, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From CB— I’m shy. This was a recent realization, one of those moments when it all comes clear. The revelation would be natural, of course, with the advancement of age. That hesitation of speech when the word is almost there, but it doesn’t come, when pauses are...
Oct 23, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From EF— When Conrad came home from the hospital after recovering from his fall and concussion, he was given a gaudy bright-pink form to fill out and post on the fridge door, and another one for me. These are what responders to a 911 call will look for when they...
Oct 15, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From CB— Walking home from coffee and gym, I’ve realized that my brain is stuck in editing mode. So I resolve to write at least a page a day off the top of the head and without objective, except to do it. I’ve been having dreams that are vaguely theatrical,...
Oct 8, 2023 | Uncategorized
—From EF— Today is the birthday of Conrad Joy Bishop, Oct. 8, 1941, Denver. His dad, who had been very clear about not wanting kids, had been spending longer and longer away on his various wartime jobs, and Margaret was on her own. She had to call a cab to get herself...
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