I had to become the villain in others’ stories so I could live freely as the hero in my own. I’ve been thinking lately about the concept of heroes and … Continue reading Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.
Tag: family
Upside down.
My mother turns 71 today. I managed to spend most of the day distracted by the fact that it’s her birthday, and the heaviness of all such implications. But it … Continue reading Upside down.
Olfactory memory.
Have you ever caught a random whiff of a scent that has instantly transported you to a different time and place? There’s a lot of focus on the senses of … Continue reading Olfactory memory.
Super.
This past weekend, my husband and daughter and I enjoyed an absolutely wonderful family vacation to Sesame Place, the Sesame Street themed amusement park in Pennsylvania. It was unequivocally amazing, … Continue reading Super.
Monsters.
I used to fantasize that I was adopted. I think every kid has that wish on occasion when they’re punished or frustrated by the rules or whatnot. But for me, … Continue reading Monsters.
Mommy issues.
“Side? I am on nobody’s side, because nobody’s on my side, little Orc.” —Treebeard to Pippin, from The Lord of the Rings: the Two Towers You know, for me, Father’s … Continue reading Mommy issues.
To all the motherless women out there…
To all the motherless women Out there, This weekend very well may suck. It may suck from start to finish, Or it may have intermittent suckage, Or it may just … Continue reading To all the motherless women out there…
Every memory a eulogy.
Every story I share about my father Every memory I hold Feels invariably like a eulogy And the trouble is, I’m not sure for whom. He died seventeen years ago, … Continue reading Every memory a eulogy.
Burden.
My first name is Diana, who in Roman mythology was the goddess of the moon and hunting; to the Greeks, she was Artemis. (Although my more bookish father liked to … Continue reading Burden.
Conventionality.
Full disclosure, I am in a weird head space today, my friends. This post is basically a stream of consciousness, and if it feels like it ends on a minor … Continue reading Conventionality.
Journeys in the Dark 