Post-Debate Reflections

Truth be told, I puttered around during the debate.  I listened, and I watched a little.  I also washed dishes, swept the kitchen floor and looked for my glasses, which I have still be unable to locate.  (These are my new glasses.  My first pair lasted for 15 years.  I’ve had this pair for less […]


This little essay was prompted by some posts at my friend Elizabeth Gaucher’s blog Esse Diem What I remember most about my grandmother is that she didn’t remember.  She couldn’t remember how many brothers and sisters she had, or that her bra went under her clothes, or my name.  I was twelve when she died, […]