28 Days

Hi from hospice. My grandma’s working on dying today. This hospice place is great, my family is great, we’re eating, laughing, singing, getting each other coffee. So it’s good. I feel lucky to be here. A little snow. Lots of good company. Hospice is great because there are no emergencies. Someone is dying? Yeah, we […]

29 Days and I’m Pulling the Plug (Death Humor for Ash Wednesday)

I told you I would likely forget you yesterday, and I did, as a man rained glitter down on us, as we krewed up and krewed down, as the layers combined made snow a nonissue, as I lost my full ribbon hem somewhere, as I ate warm red beans and rice in my dear friend’s […]

32 Days

Anecdote: Tomorrow I’m flying back to the middle of things to visit my bests and longests, and to Mardi Gras. I’m warning you I might forget you. For the last decade, Kansas City’s Mardi Gras celebrations have softened my winters considerably. I have learned the ancient art of hot glue, painted portraits of kings and […]

33 Days

Oh, we’re getting somewhere now. Now we are cooking with gas. Although it is (apparently) freaky cold outside, I am inside, with my TV shows, my books, my Legos, my cat, my nice warm grits with lots of butter and salt, my Mardi Gras glitter mess. My bird feeder fell four stories. I do not […]