Mama

So my grandmother passed peacefully in her sleep two days ago. Had my husband and I gone, I wouldn’t have been able to shower her with hugs and kisses. She’s the woman standing in the picture, her arm around my waist. My grandfather was holding my hand.  And finally, my aunt and uncles. This picture… Read More Mama

Self-Stigmatization

When I was figuring out what to write about today, this paragraph from my previous post popped up. “Relatives might ask where I am. Others might think I’m disrespectful for not being there. If I was there, I can only imagine the deluge of questions. Why’s your hair that color? Do you think you’re still… Read More Self-Stigmatization

Out of Nowhere

As I put one arm through one sleeve and the other arm through the other, on my black, silky-type shirt this morning, I knew something bad would happen. For example, while eating yogurt, the cuff dragged across the top of the yogurt cup, which I somehow knew would happen. And of course, the yogurt smeared… Read More Out of Nowhere

No Mangy Cur

Four years ago this past February or March, my husband and I went to the shelter “just to look.” We saw a couple of dogs we might have been interested in, and even one who wasn’t a mangy cur with whom we played. I don’t have problems with mangy curs—at this shelter they take care… Read More No Mangy Cur