My Colorado boy happy to be home
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Doris did not approve of the green room amenities.
Backstage at the Museum of Love / Nancy Whang show, Boulder.
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Franchelle had no biological relatives when she passed away, so the majority of her possessions passed to us. I’m in Colorado now sorting through it all and deciding what to ship to my house in NYC, or to my daughter in London, who considered the older woman a bosom friend and soul mate.
This bracelet belonged to Franchelle’s grandmother Meek in Kansas City. The inscription inside reads “Lidnia.”
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RIP Franchelle, a loyal and tough and wildly hilarious friend.
We’ll miss her.
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I grew this. How unexpected!
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Not only have I learned how to make homemade ice cream; I have also mastered a vegan version.
Though I still hate cooking, despite any evidence to the contrary.
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Pop quiz: what do you do when you are allergic to the cancer suppressive drug that keeps you alive?
A) Suffer.
B) Die.
C) Move to a different country, fire all your doctors, and do your own fucking research.
I went with C). It only took 33 years to find a drug that keeps me alive without making me sick…
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My garden immediately after a storm. This flower (whatever it is) was red earlier today….
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This week on the coeliac safe “learning how to cook though I swear I still hate cooking” menu: roti, mint chutney, fresh cherry jam.
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I needed to replace a tree damaged in the hurricane, but my profound lack of horticultural knowledge made the choice difficult.
After two years of fretfulness I finally decided to go with a crepe myrtle in honor of my favorite great-grandmother, Myrtle Lavender, who did in fact have exceptional gardening skills. She was an impressive lady: an immigrant who worked in the family dairy business for decades while burying or raising children, then stepped away without complaint when her son wanted to take over the store.
Myrtle married for love twice, the final time in her eighties, and after her second husband died lived alone until she was nearly a hundred years old. She was the only member of the Lavender clan who offered to look after me when I was diagnosed with cancer at age twelve, and the only one who celebrated the birth of my first child. She was quiet, and diligent, and kind. I’m really glad she lived long enough to meet my daughter.
