Monthly Archives: September 2012

Book of Common Prayer

My mother and I have always joked that our family is good at death. My husband maintains that rather than being good at it, we are obsessed with it. To someone from Los Angeles who grew up without religion it probably does seem that way. I reply that his family is our obverse. They are […]

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Failure

A couple of people responded to last week’s post, in effect saying, I don’t know how to be or what to do and I’m sorry that I’ve failed. It made me feel kind of bad, really, because I’ve been on the other side of it, too. Every time I’ve reached out to a person in […]

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Before the Cock Crows

Today at the coffee shop a woman recognized me from when I used to go to church. I asked after her kids but I couldn’t remember how many she had. “No, I only have two,” she replied cheerfully, when I asked if she had three, “unless you count my dog.” She asked if I still […]

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Consciousness

It was inevitable that my mom, despite a truly heroic effort, would say something wrong in the aftermath of Balthazar’s death. Mom: (struggling to articulate the enormity of my loss)“It’s a tragedy, Elizabeth. After all, he was almost a real baby.” Me: (too shattered for the meaning of her words to fully register)“He seemed like […]

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