My best friend's mother died. I missed Denise's call this afternoon. Stupid phone didn't buzz, and I've been in and out of sitz baths all day. Massive amounts of fail all over the place. I wish I'd been able to talk to her ( Read more... )

The Hub and his siblings scattered Mom Barbara into the waves off Venice Beach. More people than I expected came, recalling the woman in her prime, during her sobriety, during which she was Force With Which To Be Reckoned. I think this was during the 1980s, and a wee bit of the '90s. Photos of her were exchanged, laughs were had, and more than a ( Read more... )

Just got back from seeing Dan at the hospital ( Read more... )