The Softer Edges of Memory

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Odd thing, healing. This is the first year since my mother died that I actually had to think about which day it was. (Today, of course). In previous years, the anniversary sorta loomed on the horizon for a few weeks before hand, generally falling into a patterns of despair and sadness. And then the day would pass, and I’d get on with my life. This time? I actually almost forgot it was here. Maybe that’s more of a reflection of how busy life has gotten – who has time for memories when there are things. To. Be. Done? Or maybe it’s because I’ve been trying to let it go over the last year or so. (And if you’re a longer term reader of the blog, you’ll probably recognize this by some of the posts.) For a very long time I kept a good deal of it to myself, because the… Read more

Gather Ye Rosebuds

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I’m at Word-Whores today talking a little bit about time. And truthfully, I had a much different blog post in mind, but it got a bit hi-jacked by thoughts of my mother, so if it appears a bit melodramatic or melancholy, than I apologize for that. And incidentally, I’ve gotten a lot of questions about where my “inspiration” came from on writing A Brush of Darkness. Thus far, I skirt the question a bit  – one scene came from a dream, for example, or that I wanted to explore a story about an incubus. But  I suspect there was a good deal of my own grief that was the precursor to it. Guess it’s that write-what-you-know thing. Abby’s mother is dead (of a car crash) in the book and some of the story centers around Abby’s denial of that fact. Although Abby is NOT my avatar, I will fully cop… Read more

Love You Mom

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…wherever you are.… Read more

On Mothers…

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I suppose you could say this weekend has been a bust. Mr myn worked all weekend and won’t be home until much later tonight. That pretty much just leaves me with the kids and piles of laundry, cleaning, edits…you name it. Guess how much I’ve gotten done this weekend? Nada. Zip. Nothing. As I type this, both kids are in the bathtub fussing at each other, but I’m going to choose to ignore it for a moment. Lucy in particular has been extraordinarily clingy these last few days. Literally, every time I’ve sat down today or yesterday to try to sneak in 5 minutes of editing I’ve been confronted with a small body clinging to my legs, insisting she be held RIGHT NOW. Which might even be ok if she’d sit still, but that’s a laugh and a half. Between demands for the sippy cup or needing to sit on… Read more