We first began hearing of a deadly virus designated Covid-19 back in late January and early February of 2020. I need to remind myself of that fact. Everyone I talk to about the virus that resulted in a global pandemic will say something like, “It feels like two weeks ago or two months ago rather […]
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Temma was laughing last night. I awoke to her laugh–a sharp intake of air accompanied by a little shriek–a giggle that doesn’t last long, but when it does happen is usually followed by another and maybe another. Who knows what brings on these laughs? When I heard Temma in the night, I recalled our Pentecost […]
“Good morning, sweetie peetie,” I greet Temma each morning, my own eyes still half-shut when I paddle into her room. Her eyes are most often open as if she has been waiting for me. She startles a bit at the sound of my voice, her arms and feet lifting up and her eyes becoming even […]
I revised what will be going into my husband Tim’s book on his paintings of Temma. Here are the journal entries that will be a small part of the book. Piece for Tim’s Book Dream from my journal dated 8/14/1985…our baby is incredibly intelligent and becomes an object for study, is taken away. Have to […]
Writing From the Margins 