Archive for November, 2014

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November 30, 2014

Dombey and Son

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I am almost finished with my Dickens Project.  Fourteen novels down and one more to go. I stalled a little at the prospect of Dombey and Son because no one seems to like it or to think it’s much good.  Surprise!  It was a sleeper.  I loved it.  It’s a glorious gush of a soap  Read the Rest…

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November 23, 2014

Eight Artists and a Funeral


Let me tell you about my bizarre weekend.  It’s one of those occasions you think you may laugh about in a year’s time but for now, all bets are off. This was my second year as part of an artist’s sale called Northwest Holiday Handmade.  When I was invited to join last year I was  Read the Rest…

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November 21, 2014

Remembering My Mother: Final Chapter, The Estate


The day after my mother’s burial, I moved the junk sitting on one half of the dining room table so that it sat precariously on the junk sitting on the other half of the dining room table,  the big table had held so many dinners that so many people remembered more fondly than I did.  Alex and  Read the Rest…

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November 16, 2014

Remembering My Mother, Part Seven: The Burial

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My mother died the day before Thanksgiving in 2007 and was buried a week later. My brother came for the burial. I wanted to do the service myself and I didn’t want anyone there who hadn’t been supportive of him and me.  Four people made the cut: Lisa, my mother’s next door neighbor, Kathie, my  Read the Rest…

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November 11, 2014

Remembering My Mother, Part Six: Hospice

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Mid November my mother was moved into a private room, which to me heralded the immediacy of her death. One morning I found her dozing in a patch of sunshine.  I put my face close to hers.  When she opened her eyes, her face lit up with a beautiful smile.  She said my name and  Read the Rest…

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November 7, 2014

Remembering My Mother, Part Five: Fighting Over the Body


In the last few episodes you met my mother’s new priest who had decided I was the spawn of Satan.  He (the priest, not Satan or the spawn) was determined to protect my mother from me.  I was just as determined to limit his influence. Read on: The day after my mother and I received the news  Read the Rest…

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November 4, 2014

Remembering My Mother, Part Four: The Hospital

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The last time I saw my mother in my childhood home, she looked pale and shriveled. When she leaned back and closed her eyes, she looked dead.  She had lost a lot of weight.  Far from being problematic to her, she thought it made her look young and sexy.  She kept saying she felt better  Read the Rest…