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WHEN MY MOTHER WAS RIGHT

WHEN MY MOTHER WAS RIGHT

Every once in a while, someone says something that at first listen sounds absolutely preposterous, but after a beat of time passes by – a beat where time itself ceases to have anything resembling a reality or a rhythm – the sentiment you so easily discarded just seconds before begins to make real sense.  This is not to say that the bit of truth that’s just been verbally tossed your way will suddenly make your life better.  No, my friends – accepting something to be valid that only one moment before seemed nothing but insane is bound to fuck you up at least a little bit.

WAITING

WAITING

Hospital waiting rooms are the opposite of comforting.  

The chairs are pushed far too closely together.  It’s not that I’m so big and that I need the physical space to sprawl out; it’s that my worries and my concerns are bumping up against those of my family and those of the strangers that surround me as we all sit in a room with old magazines and coffee that is cooling too quickly while our minds race to the corners we often don’t allow them to venture.

LUCK OF THE GENE POOL

LUCK OF THE GENE POOL

My mother is gorgeous. 

And listen:  I don't say that with the mindset of a daughter who simply loves her mother so she finds the beauty within her. That would be incredibly sweet of me if it were the case, but it’s not.  I’m speaking as a person with an understanding of aesthetics and symmetry and what constitutes classical beauty. And according to those standards, the woman is stunning.