A cemetery can haunt you. I visited two days ago and I cannot get that place out of my mind. I’m processing…well, the meaning of life and death, I guess. I certainly want to do more research and go back and spend some more time. As I alluded to in yesterday’s post, Stanley was not…
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All The Best Intentions…
For the last two days I have been working on a post that seems too big for one post and too big for only two or three days worth of processing and reflecting. It is about, well, mostly about, or maybe only a little bit about, “Jakey.” I have been processing something about “Jakey”…
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…
Writing Wednesdays: All The Feels
Distractions! Flowers and kittens and my dog and funny hats and clown noses. Whatever it takes. I’m not talking about distractions from my writing time, all I need is my phone for that. I’m talking about distracting Babu from things that upset her. This is more important than making her happy, it’s keeping her healthy. …
In Honor of Milton Adams
I hope you have never had the experience of pulling up to a familiar place, your home, your work, or a friends house, and seeing the immediate signs that something wrong has happened. There is nothing worse then that sinking feeling. In October, 1937, Babu writes: Monday, October 18th, 1937 This morning Jaime gave me…
Babu Update (and a bit of an update on me;)
Happy December everyone! I have been away from the blog and the entire transcribing project for a while, but it has never been far from my mind, for two reasons. I’ll get to those later. First, Babu is fine. To elaborate further, she’s developed eczema over her whole body which we have a hard time…
You Must Wait
The air was heavy with ghosts today and the pages of her 1935 journal were full of them. I sat across the breakfast table with Babu and she talked with so much emphasis about her friend, Ernestine Jones. She gets this tone to her voice when she’s expressing love, and her words go on just…
Daily Writing Prompt: Purpose/change
Purpose/change Was: Teenagers. Education. Going to work every day and diluting the negativity in the atmosphere. Being the teacher my first grade teacher was NOT. Creating a safe, welcoming environment where students can learn and grow. Creating theatre and showing students brand new to the concept the magic it holds. Now: ?… Murky… No, it’s…
Far More Tender than Stone
Reading the passages from Babu’s 1935 diary has taught me the least about her. She felt the sting of unrequited love and crushing insecurity, she went to a double feature several times a week, she cared about her school work, and her tiffs with her friends were very short lived and her love for them…
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