Everyday I write the book
A check came in the mail yesterday from mom’s insurance that basically covers all the expenses of taking care of her grave. The money meant more than currency, it was also perfect timing. My mother more than anything said she never wanted to be a burden to her children. This had its own exasperating dynamics but in the end she got her wish.
I went to see The Kids Are All Right about the lesbian moms with their two sperm donor kids who meet up with the donor after the kids are grown. The movie was great – the actors did a great job portraying the everydayness of families while showing how people adapt to situations first as a family and then as an individual.
Last night, as we were winding down the week, some things had reached their evolution – my dear friend by sticking to her gut instincts took a stand that got her what she wanted/needed in her job. Remember it’s fear that we have to be more afraid of than anything else. And mom provided for her/my needs. And we all ended up sitting down at the end of the night reading The Beignet that Got Away to Tin and tucking in for the night.