Monthly Archives: July 2018

once upon a celebration

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I’d see you again. — the prophet … Continue reading

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dear sarah

I have a confession. I have no idea how to write a eulogy. But I DO know how to write a letter. So with the help of the people who love her most, that’s what I did. Dear Sarah: Hi. … Continue reading

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sisters, part 2

We’re all gonna be here forever So mama, don’t you make such a stir Just put down that camera And come on and join up  The last of the family reserve — the prophet Lyle Lovett

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sisters, part 1

They’re crying. And laughing. And crying again. I’m in the middle of a pack of sisters. Four generations of fiercely independent, strong, hilarious women. I suppose the textbook definition would say they’re grandmothers and moms and aunts and nieces, but … Continue reading

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sarah

If you needed me I would come to you I’d swim the seas For to ease your pain — the prophet Townes Van Zandt I didn’t know Sarah very well. The problem with being a recluse is that it makes … Continue reading

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she hasn’t changed a bit

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my dream. a photo essay.

I’m running a marathon in my dream, which is odd because i haven’t actually run once since the mid-1960s. It’s going OK as far as marathons go. It’s around the 18 mile point, which strikes me as odd. Everything is … Continue reading

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