Dead men do not have birthdays, and because of this, I have remained reluctant to acknowledge November 17th as anything other than a silent day of reminiscing. That is also a big, fat lie because when Gatita the cat was alive, I would feed her tuna, saying, “Celebrate in his place!” Because of the tuna … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes
Spreading ashes
Live Forever
Today I will spread the last of Hook’s ashes. In the movies when a person does this, it's made to seem as though ashes are but a cup full maybe two. The reality is that a human body cremated produces more than four liters of ashes. I only know this because I dropped off four, one … Continue reading Live Forever
In the Land of Oz
Five days ago, I arrived Brisbane’s international airport with Hook’s ashes and managed to avert a personal customs check of my baggage. Before I left Austin, I purchased one of those face powder makeup containers and emptied it, then filled it up with my dead husband inside. I was fully prepared to dip the mini … Continue reading In the Land of Oz
Here But Not Here
"And think not, you can direct the course of love; for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course." - Kahlil Gibran - - - It started with the light bulbs and ended with the cockroach. Two light bulbs blew out. The first was in the master bathroom which went dark about a … Continue reading Here But Not Here
