Dog Days Mondays

I began writing this post almost a month ago.  Since the prominent theme in my life lately is change, I left the post how it was when I started it.  It is updated at the bottom, so read to the end, a lot has changed! Dog Days Mondays might have to be a thing again!…

Sunday Share: The Difference a Month Can Make

Usually Sunday Share is about sharing other wonderful blogs out there.  However, this Sunday is about sharing about my life. It has been over a month since I have posted and I wanted my first new post – yesterday’s – to be about Babu and not me.  I wanted that because that’s what this blog…

April, 1939: How Do You Know?

Hi!  It’s been a while and I am so happy to be back.  Back writing, back posting, back sharing, and back in time!  Here is April, 1939: One theme in her pages this month was how to know if she was in love or not.  Johnny sees her with Jake and she doesn’t say hi…

A Life Less Lived?

In yesterday’s post I thought I could just show you what Babu wrote in March and let it speak for itself but I cannot.  I am brimming with feeling about it.  Mostly, I am so frustrated with Babu.  It’s easy to judge, it’s easy to judge.  I know.  But I do not think this woman…

March, 1939

This month, I do not wish to be the intermediary.  When something is perfect the way it is, you leave it alone.  So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Babu, March, 1939. Wednesday, March 1st, 1939 Weight only 112 now. Wonder what is keeping me down. Perhaps our tap dancing. We went tonight for a change….

The Case of Patches and Miley

I began a post today, a post I’ve been writing for the last hour, that intended to make the world understand the absolute insanity I put up with.  It also attempted to purge and cathart, something I still drastically need.  But trash talking members of this family is something I have promised myself I wouldn’t…

Look What I Found!

Remember the Nee Wah formal last month?  Oh wait.  I always do that.  I mean, the Nee Wah formal of January, 1939.  Since I just transcribed February of 1939 I look at the month before as “last month.”  The Nee Wah formal is this post here.  Go ahead, click on it.  I updated the post!…

February, 1939

February was a cute month full of Babu’s sass and shut downs.  I’ve been in the habit of transcribing across the table from her as she eats breakfast and sometimes it is just too much to read what she has written at 20 years old and look up and see her ever so innocent 99…

Leave Out All The Rest

Once I finally lowered the phone and muted the screen’s glow in the covers, after ceasing my scrolls trough “the feed,” once I was done refreshing my inbox, coloring in hearts on other people’s pictures, once I thought maybe now I can sleep, I began to hear it. It sounded like music was playing, On…

The Reluctant Gatekeeper

In a way, I have become the gatekeeper of Babu’s memories.  I don’t relish the responsibility.  On her own, her memories both have abandoned her and hold her hostage.  There is a lot she can no longer remember and even less she talks about and focuses on.  Some things she obsesses about.  One thing in…

January, 1939 Continued

Sometimes, not a lot happens to Babu in a month’s time.  (Think about what a diary of mine would like like, if I ever wrote in one!)  January, 1939 is a busy one, however.  It was busy with small details that I could have easily over looked, like these two sentences somewhere midmonth: Mother had…