I’m feeling really fried today and I actually did not feel like writing. Tomorrow is the 18th and it will be nine months since Sarah died. I’m not feeling like it’s any easier. I actually feel like I’m more prone to bouts of tears and craziness. I get pumped up and smiley and almost giddy… Continue reading Ferry Boat
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Mall About Town
It’s turning into a busy upcoming weekend. On Sunday we will drive up to Philly to visit with Max’s brothers, and probably drive back the same day. Saturday is my niece’s college graduation ceremony here in DC and my brother phoned last night to invite us to come. (They tend to plan things at the… Continue reading Mall About Town
Hat Tip
Yesterday, Mother’s Day, did turn out to be very difficult, with me feeling like I’d been hit from both sides without Mom and Sarah, and I just got into bed and slept for a long time. Max did his best to try to cheer me up and my Dad called as well, but I’m just… Continue reading Hat Tip
Ethan
Next week we are going up to Philadelphia to Max’s family home where two of his older brothers still live because his oldest brother, Jeff, is coming in from Michigan for a visit. I think I have mentioned before that Jeff is 21 years older than Max and was leaving home for graduate school when… Continue reading Ethan
Flytipping
Sometimes I feel like the Madame Tootsie Bagel blog tends to get a bit overconfessional, particularly about my past misdeeds and foibles. (By the way – point of procedure – it’s pronounced “Madame” as in the way British shopkeepers or Judge Judy say Madame, not as in the French manner.) I do disclose my past… Continue reading Flytipping
Swing Dancing
I think it’s time to bring Anger Month to its close. It was good to marinate for a while in my petulant and peevish thoughts, but no more. Lately I still feel like an emotional rollercoaster anyway. I can be out with Max picking up dinner, sitting in the car talking and laughing and having… Continue reading Swing Dancing
Freecycling
Yesterday when Polly the Beagle and I were out for our morning walk, I saw that a neighbor was freecycling a little blue chair for a child. For a moment or two I thought something like “Good back support, nice deep tush, and armrests. Sarah could do well sitting up in that.” Which was silly… Continue reading Freecycling
Guideposts
Destiny is all, or so Uhtred from The Last Kingdom would have us believe. I’m not sure I agree, but when I look at the eighteen months, roughly, leading up to Sarah’s death, I see a series of guideposts. There was me getting back in touch with my law school boyfriend, who had lost a… Continue reading Guideposts
Bee In My Bonnet
There’s a bunch of local news stories this morning about the arraignment of the parents of a teenager who died in their home last May, almost a year ago. Apparently the kid was found emaciated and unresponsive by the Rescue Squad and died a few minutes later at age 17. The child had serious and… Continue reading Bee In My Bonnet
Writing Bug
Sarah loved to write stories (and read them) on a website called Tar Heel Shared Reader that supported AAC access and offered eye gaze interface with her speech device for writing. She wrote about two or three dozen books on there with help from her tutor. She also wrote books on Google Slides with her… Continue reading Writing Bug
The First Year Without Sarah 