Saturday, August 27, 2016
like every lark who lifts his life
Yesterday morning, Sophie picked her cup off the table and, just like that, began drinking. I'm not sure what happened over the past week, but I really was thinking that the regression was the new normal. I even bought multiple Honey Bear bottles with straws in them on the internets on the advice of another special needs healthcare mother.
Sophie also looked directly into my eyes, and I could swear she said What kind of shit was this past week?
Then, like the phoenix, she rose up leaving me, a pile of ashes.
The picture above is Sophie with former NFL football player and now medical marijuana spokesperson Eben Britton. Ya'll know what I think of football but -- well -- ummmmm, hmmmmm, yeah. He's a writer and passionate advocate for medical marijuana. This was a Realm of Caring/Faces of Cannabis event with one of my heroes, Ray Mirzabegian spearheading it with the incomparably talented Colorado photographer Nichole Montanez.
She did not take these pictures -- I did, and I was suitably flustered.
Would you like another one?
It's my 53rd birthday today, and my friend Chris sent me this poem, one of her favorites and now one of mine. It's by e.e. cummings