by Mica | Jan 19, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, I’ve done a lot of adulting the last two days, most of it involving paint. And moulding to go beneath the granite top of the bar separating the living room and kitchen. And making an appointment with an attorney to settle all the things, most...
by Mica | Jan 18, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, Death and taxes. Both are certain. As I was reminded so brutally four weeks ago when December 21st happened. I knew it, of course. I lost my brother unexpectedly in 1987. I lost my mother four months before I lost you. During our marriage, I lost both my...
by Mica | Jan 15, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, A reader friend left me this quote from Sandra Cisneros’s book Have You Seen Marie?: “In Mexico they say when someone you love dies, a part of you dies with them. But they forget to mention that a part of them is born in you — not immediately, I’ve...
by Mica | Jan 14, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, I’m drinking good coffee and eating half a cinnamon raisin bagel with cinnamon pecan cream cheese and I’m thinking about you and how you made me come to love both. I’m sure I drank coffee before you but not good coffee, grinding our own...
by Mica | Jan 13, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, I feel like a kept woman. I get up to write and usually the coffee is already made and I may pour a bowl of cereal but soon after I’m asked if I need something to eat. My laundry is done for me, folded, put away. The dogs are walked though not as...
by Mica | Jan 11, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, It’s quiet this morning. There’s a sawzall going downstairs, and I’m playing Johnny Cash and the Killers and Snow Patrol and Radiohead. I can hear our daughter’s TV and my keyboard is clacking. But the dogs are quiet which lately is...
