The Color of Nothing Coming Soon #2
As things began to deteriorate, my husband always said, "We got her too late." Maybe he was right. By the time I met Darla, her path was already set.
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Seven, The Rest of the Trip
We head back to Illinois on Monday, which is Memorial Day. Steve has suggested at least once that perhaps I didn’t plan this trip very well. Did I realize it…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Five
We go into the living room to chat some more. Of course Mom can’t hear anything even when someone shouts. No one is sitting close to her to repeat everything…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Four
Sunday, May 26, 2012 Scrub and I have decided to go to church “out on the prairie” which is where my parents always went to church. If we go we…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Three
Mom launches into a reminiscence about her own parents. Her mother had to get up every morning and make biscuits from scratch on an old wood cook stove. My…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Two
I haven’t seen Scrub or my mother in two years, not since Kevin’s funeral. We’ve never been particularly close, but we tend to come together during family crises, like when…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part One
Thursday May 24, 2012 I fly fromFort Myers,Florida to O’Hare in Chicago. My friend Sue who is also my former sister-in-law picks me up around ten in the morning. We…