then this

my dad sent me an email last week asking me to call him..

maybe something most people get every now and again, but for me, this was a first..

i really only talk on the phone with my dad randomly, or on special occasions, so i saw the email, and knew i had to call him right away- and did (event though it was only 6 am his time..)

just got off the phone with him- we've called each other a few times this week, and tonight spoke again.... my dad has decided to leave my mom, which has actually been exciting and encouraging for me except that i worry about how my mom is handling this, and feel guilty for wishing anything but the American suburban fantasy for them..

spoke with my dad tonight--he is amazing (and human still--) and told me about his newest project- which is why i am writing at all [(and to let you know too- my dad (officially my step dad, but the only dad i know), is an English professor and whom encouraged me the most to write at all- ever)], so (and yes, my punctuation still sucks because i always had him to fix it for me)he told me about his students and how, inspired by the recent political situation, he had them re-write the Declaration of Independence in modern terminology--!

I am so excited by this and cant wait to post what they wrote (with their permission of course)..

and then i think- what about that anyway? the Declaration of Independence? here is my dad leaving my mom after 25 years, here is the country contemplating leaving the bush administration after 8 years, and here am i figuring out how (still) to leave my past behind me..

yes..

i look forward to seeing what they say.. don't you?

interrogatories

i want to tell you all about it-
but i am warmed and nurtured with chicken soup and kale and feel all warm inside-- too warm to visit the cold harshness of what i actually wanted to write about..

i am in it-- that's all i'll say..
each day waking up to the reality of THIS LiFe- THIS BODY- THESE CHILDREN- THIS FINANCIAL SITUATION..
ans all around me EVERYONE is feeling it..
even touching on writing about it makes me feel off..

interrogatories..

before 2 weeks ago, i didnt event know what that word meant, let alone how to say it.. if you too have been served with these (like you who i have just served too..)--get help and really look at whos helping you..

in a war?

me too...
i have no appetite- each day feels full with muck-- and i am scared..

but of what?
and who?
and when does it all sort out?