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In the adoption we were working on before Thanksgiving, we ran into federal con artists, and Bob Marley came up as the patron saint of the birth father. I am not going to hold that against Marley. I found this Jimi Hendrix tee shirt at Target and since Tin likes to shake his butt so much just like his Mommy, music will be our universal language.
I watched Colin Powell speak at a conference a few years ago where he was talking about the great new digital world. He said his grandson sits on his lap when he is working on the computer and at 3 years of age, his grandson is now hardwired for the future. Watching Tin Skype with T’s mom in Croatia made me me think of this wonderous world – an infant boy is introduced to me…
The night T received the phone call that my mom had passed, I was sound asleep in New York and T was hosting her final Spanish film class at the LaLa. Right at the moment the call came, T and her students were watching Almodovar’s Habla Con Ella. The scene takes place during WWI: Katerina: hablando sobre su futura obra de ballet “Las trincheras” “Cuando se muere un soldado; emerge de su cuerpo su alma,…
A friend recently said to me, “Wow, what a difference a week makes!” On Monday a week ago, my mother passed. Tatjana has always called mom a fallen angel and there was a moment when we were driving back across the Causeway on Wednesday, the day of her funeral, when the sun was streaking through the clouds and my brother pointed and told T that’s God and right then “I’ll Fly Away” came on my…
Miracles WHY! who makes much of a miracle? As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk by day with any one I love–or sleep in the bed at night with…
The law that Uganda is trying to pass which basically orders the death penalty for HIV infected homosexuals is brought to you by none other than The Family. I don’t believe that I have seen an organization so motivated by hatred until I came across this one courtesy of Jeff Sharlet’s book: The Family: The Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power. Forget what you know about foreign terrorists, these people are lurking in your…
I finally got out of the house or rather the bed this morning after being down for the count since Thursday. I took Loca to the park and was surprised to see the winterized version of it. It was supposed to snow on the northshore last night – brrr – that is cold for us here in the Gulf South. I was still coming out of a fog, the sort of new realization of my…
Patsy Virginia (Thigpen) Namer December 28, 1935 – November 30, 2009 When my grandmother died a lot of people came to her funeral in Franklinton, LA to mourn my beloved Mama Mae. However when the preacher got up to give her eulogy he spoke more about god than about Mama Mae and afterwards my mom and I lamented how at my grandmother’s own funeral she was given little air time even though she was the…
When I landed at Louis Armstrong International Airport, it was pouring rain and my heart was heavy as lead over my mom’s passing. As I pulled out the parking lot, a call came in from a familiar number and I picked up – a birthmom looking to place her baby for adoption. As Flower says, “Hope dies last.”