Big surprise, not:

There is a story this morning on NPR about the Robert F. Kennedy Community Schools in Los Angeles, built on the site of the Ambassador Hotel where RFK was shot ( Read more... )

Bourdain gone a year.

Warning: Do not watch DIsney/Pixar's Coco if you are grieving. That is all.

Remember me ( Read more... )

Koko the gorilla has died in her sleep at the age of 46. I did not realize the regard in which I held her until she was gone.

Today my inner child is all toddler, screaming red-faced and snot-nosed: "I WANT MY KITTY!!!!"

Horrible BBC essay about surviving the suicide of one's child. Lots of depression and darkness and guilt and years of grief.

Just thought of the bell-bottom jeans that my late sister gave me for my 16th birthday. She had embroidered vines and leaves and flowers all down the outer seams. I wore them into shreds, then carried the shreds with me for years. I wish I had kept them.

Milton the cat is gone two years. My heart is still broken, I find.

Went to great-nephew Esten's baseball game today on the west side of town. His team lost, but I got to see the kid (age 12 now) pitch. He looks good on the mound. Only sniffled for a moment about my dead sister his grandma.

Another cat I love gone today. Sixteen is a good run for a kitty boy. Poor Bernie and Damon and Jethro. 'Bye, Weege. Bastet be praised.