It’s crazy to have this much gumption. To realize that i could do anything. really anything any mostly upright human adult could do. anything… I didn’t see it coming but this is a lot of pressure. What should i do? I should do it all– now. I should work on Continue Reading
hair
Ack! i feel so much better!
silhouetted against the light
Hello friends! Life’s been busy of late so I’m afraid we’ve sadly neglected you. Here’s a quick survey of recent Deb ‘n’ Val highlights: My trip to Oaxaca, Mexico, with my mother and sister was a balm and a delight. We immersed ourselves in art, color, music and sunshine and returned Continue Reading
hallelujah
I am here in this house this morning. I’ve walked up and down the stairs several times in search of bowls big enough for the stuffing, in search of the turkey baster, in search of the thing- i forgot what- by the time i got down there. I have proto Continue Reading
skyrider
Hallo. Here we sit watching the men’s water polo. Now, first let me say that I recognize the athleticism, power and not-drowning skills of the players. And my own niece is a water polo player so I know how much work it takes. It is still hard to take them Continue Reading
Cherry pie, Mickey ears, tennis shoes.
some things from this week: some people’s hair grows longer and longer. not val’s: the remaining stubble of her hair grows shorter and shorter. when last we saw our heroine, her hair was as short as she could get it with an unguarded electric shaver – clear down to the Continue Reading
Freedom from hair
There are some moments throughout the days of the last several weeks when it occurs to me that I have Lung Cancer. No really, I’m not even kidding. Lung Cancer. And that is a perhaps a desperate thing and I think perhaps I have been misunderstanding the meaning of that. Continue Reading
increasingly visible
Val’s hair began to let go its moorings on Saturday. Early this week she went to a professional to have it shaved short, so the tender follicles wouldn’t be so often tugged. But the hair kept falling, coming away in tufts at the gentlest touch, so Thursday she asked me Continue Reading
Fly Terriers, Kazoos, and Other People’s Grandpas. And Hair.
Our dog Tuley was rescued from a sidewalk on the day she was born and her provenance remains a mystery. People ask us all the time what kind of dog she is, and we hate to disappoint (or miss an opportunity to embellish), so sometimes we say she’s a Cairn Continue Reading