My daughter May had a friend in high school who lived in this house where I now live. She wrote a beautiful and heart-rending post on her blog about this place and if you are interested in another person's perspective on the place I call home, read it
here.
Wow. That is intense. I'm amazed at the details, all of which I know from you. Sad and despairing is an understatement, I'm sure -- I feel like she should come visit you and your chickens and Mr. Moon and Owen and be healed at the Church of the Batshit Crazy. How did this make YOU feel? And who's the famous writer? YOU?
ReplyDeleteThat was a wonderful read. Thank you so much for directing us there.
ReplyDeleteYes- who is the famous writer!?
Elizabeth and Maggie May- Connie May Fowler
ReplyDeleteThis is like six degrees of separation. I know Brooklyn's a big place, but I feel like if I asked the question, I'd find out she's living in our old apartment or something.
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Dear God!!! The world is just too small.... The manic depressive carpenter is my good friend KEVIN! The one I told you hit himself in the skull with a hammer while living there.
ReplyDeleteOh, Dear GOD, what about this place indeed!
Small town is small town.
ReplyDeleteYou should invite her, Mary. Let her see the love, and cuddle Owen, and erase the demons a little.Replace the grief with a different picture.
Six degrees indeed - she's my law school classmate! I can't read the post because as soon as I saw her picture it felt invasive to her privacy.
ReplyDeleteDang, H baby, you sure get around! BTW, if you're reading this, today is Makeda's 2nd birthday and she had an awesome party yesterday. I think Ay's pregnancy and then M is the only thing that seems real about law school.
Thank you for directing to go to this blog...and me just writing about a dear home as well...I could feel her words of the home that now you reside in...homes are special places...not always good but some do hold a lot of stories....
ReplyDeleteMichelle- And read on.
ReplyDeleteMs. Fleur- Uh-huh.
Jo- I have invited her but nothing is going to replace what she lived with and through. Nothing.
Nola- I knew we knew each other.
Ellen- And this place holds a lot of stories, indeed.
So many layers to her post and then knowing it is where you live now and her memories! Wow! Intense!
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