My ring and Mom's ring

Christmas 2011

Christmas was sort of cross-country-crazy this year. In Texas, we had Christmas with the Klinger Cousins, the Johnson Cousins, and Christmas Eve (otherwise known as a ridiculous number of presents) followed by Christmas dinner. Then Paul and I hit the road for more Christmas with the Pendergasts and Jimmy/Misty. “Vacation” is a sprint.  

Family Funky Thanksgiving Picture 2010

Thanksgiving 2010

The Pendergast Thanksgiving was another lovely, messy affair, enhanced by intermittent diaper changes and breast-feedings. Frank and the gang brought an iPad that made me and Adam jealous. Julia talked more about her boobs in one day than in her whole life. Mom was like a chicken sans head, but cooked one of her better …

Gift checklist

1. My mother (check) Is going to get something that has a smooth surface (this is b/c I am not the daughter who doles the pictures and I do think a book will go with her gift. The book will be something gentle and concerning a passage. Neither urban nor contemporary. The card I will …

That’s good.

I like my trousers now. Caked with what, red clay splotched from tromping the lake? Wasp bodies pittering the broken dock? Or knots that guy made to illustrate the point. Georgia is for the order of things. Them sweet green seeing hills. Banisters, brick houses, houses with gates, frazzled animals on laser leashes. See the …

Grandad

This is my grandfather. Died when my dad was a little kid. Motorcycle accident. He was a writer for a small paper in Lake Crystal, MN. I like to think about him. Before my grandma died, I used to stare at pictures of her on the walls. I couldn’t seem to put the two images …

Mom said

I keep thinking of something my mother told me over lunch one day: You’ve got to use your looks, while you still have them. Now, my mother isn’t a superficial person. She’s just got a hawkish eye. And based on her anthropological data, the breaking point is thirty five. At thirty five, women look loose around …

Dad with the Famous Red Canoe

The Boat

When I was a kid we found a canoe. Now this wasn’t a symbol of a canoe. No tropes or anything like that. Just a red canoe, half-submerged in a little cove we were fishing in. I hate fishing, so I remember wondering if we were stealing it, imagining how angry they would be when …