Sordid Blog

I haven’t written about The Boy in a long time. There are days when it is still very difficult to know that he’s not part of my life except as a memory. He’s on my mind because he turned 19 on Wednesday, and his birthday was always such a joyous time. I loved [...]

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I’ve not blogged in days and days, in part because the fifth in the “Moments” series was just too hard to write (mostly about Berto) and I’ve been stymied by it, but also because I was trying to get ready for Thanksgiving. I had 10 people at my house today, [...]

You’ve all seen by now Jibbs‘ “Chain Hang Low”? “About 24 inches is how low I let it hang” … some people just cannot help bragging! This is one of the saddest little songs out there, but I can’t help liking it. I mean, it really takes me back to those early [...]

Every year, this day comes and leaves me with nothing but big blahs . . . Of course, the last nine years or so, I’ve celebrated by either being with D and The Boy or sending a card (which I’ve already done, of course), and counting my blessing and thinking how wonderful it is to [...]

for all the pain in the world . . . Maybe Martina McBride is right (thanks, Karen), but lately, it has seemed as though love just isn’t enough, not for The Boy. And then, there are moments, some induced by Percocet, in which I feel some degree of redemption. And all of this [...]

Oh, I know it’s 3:36 a.m. and why is Will up?? Hmm . . . could it be the amazing sex I just had? No, that never happens. Oh, right, it’s because I just left the emergency room with The Boy. He managed to wreck his car tonight on Greenville Blvd [...]

Did I ever know sleeplessness til the Boy came so fully into my life? I think not. I don’t have insomnia. I go to bed at 10:00 and am asleep by 11:00 at the very very latest. I don’t finish a novel and lie in bed for two hours before getting [...]

Perhaps, readers are wondering if the Boy disappeared; the last word was that he was out of town for the weekend and that I was partying. Well, I wish the news were good. He’s just been going downhill fast the last two weeks, and now, he seems to be hitting almost the bottom. [...]

Last night, around midnight, I was in a funk and wrote a brilliant piece about my pain, inspired by my recent adoration for Natasha Bedingfield’s new work. All the way home from taking the Boy to the airport, I listened to “I Bruise Easily” ; perhaps I took it a little too seriously. [...]

So, in an hour, I drive the Boy to Raleigh to the airport and let him board his Delta flight to Atlanta. He’ll be gone until Sunday, so guess what I’m doing Friday night? I’m having a party! If you can read this post, you can come — just be sure [...]