Hell Yeah Adrienne

“The woman who cherished
her suffering is dead. I am her descendant.
I love the scar-tissue she handed on to me,
but I want to go on from here with you
fighting the temptation to make a career of pain.

– Stanza VIII from Adrienne Rich’s “Twenty-One Love Poems”

Rest in Peace, Darling Judy

Judy and Me in 2009 at AAC

Judy passed away this evening. I want to craft a wonderful post in her honor, yet I am at a loss for words. My heart aches. Tears fall. I think of  Nate and Frank. I think of the powerhouse of a woman I met in Cleveland years ago. I muse over how I expected her to be tall. Yet when she arrived at my hotel room, a tiny bouncy sprite of a woman, bursting with love and energy stood in front of me. Nothing like I imagined. She was more, better, brighter, funnier and more loving than her online voice ever gave hint of.

Rest in peace my friend. You will be missed.

Merry Christmas from the Past

Tonight, because I do these random things, I googled my daughters birth name.


What a shock to find this posting from the Chicago Tribune Archives – online!

I have no memory of writing to the Tribune. I had no idea if it was published, I am guessing it was.

But, oh, god, how my naivete, my koolaid drunken, aching state is obvious. I feel shaky and sick reading it.

Merry Christmas, Wherever You Are.