What are you gonna do when you’re dead?

The kids and I were driving home from QT (Yes, Todd, i returned the movie!) and we had the following discussion: Rollie: “Mom, what are you going to do when you’re dead?” Me: “Um. . what?” Rollie: “Like, are you going to go under a tombstone in the ground. Or are you going to let […]

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Bedtime Cheer: Discussions of Aging and Death

I tucked Tiller in the other night, then went into tuck Rollie in. He was reading a book, with it propped on his legs, and with a pillow behind his head. “Night baby,” i said. “Night, mama.” I kissed him on the head and got a little choked up, thinking about putting him down as […]

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Don’t Puppydog It

I have been putting this off. Every day since Pop died, I have thought about the fact that I haven’t written about it, and I have put it off another day. It has kept me up at night. Some nights it has almost made me sick. I know that it is normal to have some […]

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Dead Men I Crush On

I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Lord Byron. (I think this is pretty normal for literature lovers, male AND female,) and so I really enjoyed this short NPR piece on his letters to a friend in the clergy. Who wouldn’t be drawn like moth to a flame to a man whom a […]

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For Roswell, and for Spanky. RIP.

A friend of mine is being buried today. I could not make the funeral and I am sad about that. I know that there are others who couldn’t make it either, but that we are all there in thought and, some of us, in prayer. Charles (we all called him “Spanky”) was not a close […]

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Best Month EVER!

If you read Dogwood Girl very often, you know my summer has sucked ass, pretty much from the end of May (Dad had heart surgery), into June (Pop went downhill fast and was in hospice), into a fucking awful July (Pop died), and then in August, I had a little cancer scare, which I haven’t […]

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One Week Left of Summer

I cannot believe how fast this summer has gone. It has been a rough one, with Daddy having surgery, and Pop passing away, and Todd working a ton (a good thing) and me worrying about all my family. And now it is almost over. I feel like I got nothing accomplished. I vacillated between worry, […]

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Balm

Maybe there is a greater power at work. Kids are a balm for grief. No one with young kids has time to sit around and ponder what it was like to hold a loved one’s hand as he took his last shallow breath, exhaled, and departed this world. Sure, it comes to you in flashes, […]

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Closer

Pop’s not doing so well. Got the call that his vitals were all going downhill pretty quickly. Lisa and I both felt like we wanted to be here for mom and Dad, and for Pop. We took separate cars, to accommodate our adult schedules. Driving down this afternoon was strange. I cried in my car […]

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