My grandmother died this morning.
Unlike the death of my grandfather, this is an altogether complicated and flustered situation, so I don't know what to write here.
Until I do, here is an old essay I wrote about her.

Bluegrass With a Poker Face For three years in a row, I drove my grandparents out past Sterling, New York to a small town the ( Read more... )

A Shift of Weight Before that weather prone man in my life, before the move that would place Ian at the pillow beside me night after night, before another cat was piled in, Malaprop and I had only the other to rely on. Through circumstances neither of us predicted, she was handed off to me as an infant, young enough to still need milk. We ( Read more... )

Since Ian is in Syracuse and unable to watch the Olympics with me, Mal's been filling the shoes of the-man-of-the-house.
Unfortunately, she fell asleep way before the Men's Relay and did that snoring thing she does... my whooping and hollering when we got the gold sure woke her up though...


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So... we had a going away party for Mark.
I suggested, then planned, then thoroughly executed an Office theme party.

It was awesome....

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