Good news on my paint-speckled car. One of the men working on my neighbor’s house spent two full hours trying to scrub off the constellations of teeny dots. It’s not quite like before, but plenty good enough for me. Phew. During the presidential debate last week, there were times when Trump made me laugh out loud, derisively: “I am the least racist person in this room. I can’t even see the audience because it is […]
Read moreMonth: October 2020
Urban Nature
I wrote in my last post about Ma having partially lost her vision, leaving her unable to read or see details. Great news: little by little her sight has been returning. It’s a slow path, but now she can process most of my email messages when I send them in a giant bolded font. She can’t read this, though. Back in March, many long months ago, I used to say, “I don’t care if I […]
Read moreSmall’s Eyes
Recently Molly digitized a lengthy VHS tape that features a series of three Kennelly School of Irish Dance performances at a St. Paddy’s day festival in Calaveras, CA, in 2000. I’m not sure who was behind the lens. It could have been Lila’s husband, Brad, or Shirley’s husband, Scott. I edited it down to a six-minute and two-second excerpt of the first of the day’s shows. Not long after her stellar performances, poor little Molly […]
Read moreThe Mouths of Babes
As I was digging through old files on my computer the other day, I came upon one that got me curious. It was labeled “mollyisms,” and I tried and tried to open it but it was corrupted or just too prehistoric. Driven by curiosity I persisted, and voilà: documentation of toddler Molly’s quotable quotes appeared on the screen. Here she is at age two-and-a-half, 29 years ago: Molly: What’s this, Mama?Ginna: That’s a rolling pin, […]
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