She tried to drown me once. Not long after, she poured a half-gallon of lemonade over my head just because I tried to poke her eye out with a pencil. With those round, brown cow eyes of hers she’d look straight at Mom and Dad, pure innocence, and flat-out lie to get me in trouble. If I’d had any say in the matter, she wouldn’t be alive today. But she is and I’ve come to […]
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Bears (2007)
Letter from the Katie archive. Hello Wearied Belle, I’m so sorry that all this madness is descending [ed note: work], especially in a time that ought to be somewhat relaxed. All I can say is, when life hands you crap, make frappe. If it is of any consolation, it is 90 some degrees here and very sticky. This is my time to have hands free, before a small and charming creature [ed note: her grandson] […]
Read moreThe ALS Year (2003)
Letters from the Katie archive. Remember what I said in my “Katie” intro page about how funny Katie is? Well, these aren’t very funny. The thing is, it wasn’t a wildly amusing time. Dad, whom we adored, was failing physically. Six months after this first entry he was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease. Then he went and died on us. A funny thing happened at his funeral, though. The minister had poured Dad into a […]
Read moreOn Language (1999)
Excerpts of letters from the Katie archive. January 24, 1999 Buono sera. Come sta? Gli spaghetti buono. Per favore, non capisco. Il bambino, Molly molu, dormire bene. [Good evening. How are you. The spaghetti good. Please, I don’t understand. The child, Molly, to sleep well.] That’s it. I can stand it no more. Arrivederci. Today I vacuumed the living room rug and found not a mouse, but just the tip of the snout, the part […]
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