time to say goodbye
Yesterday my mother put Nikki to sleep. She was 19 years old. When I first carried her home in my coat pocket, she was a tiny ball of fur and I was eleven. She was my cat and she knew it. I was her human. After I left home, whenever I came back to visit … Continue reading
thirty
Today is my birthday. I’m thirty years old. I’m not sure what I think of this new decade. I was kind of liking the late twenties. Twenty-eight in particular had a comforting feel to it. Twenty-eight wasn’t that great of a year though; I’m expecting thirty will be better. Mr. Haggarty says: Listen up, Snow. … Continue reading
leaving, being left
Anneli is going back to Sweden. To medical school. To home, and family. And pickled fish and lingenberries and straight-laced Lutherans. Tonight we had our last beers at Christopher’s, she and Mr. Hwang and Andy and I. The others said goodbye at the dojang. “It’s always better to be the one to leave than the … Continue reading
Black and Sun 