tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post6110998571202897732..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: How We Do It, Part I've Lost CountElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-51761391776852207772018-08-26T22:55:54.420-07:002018-08-26T22:55:54.420-07:00Oh my god, yes. I love you Alicia.Oh my god, yes. I love you Alicia.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-68946475463992297862018-08-26T05:11:30.152-07:002018-08-26T05:11:30.152-07:00I can relate to every beautiful word. The innane c...I can relate to every beautiful word. The innane chatter, the private cry, the fear, the void, the world that just keeps spinning. I was at our block party last evening and as I went to get a plate of food and my first beer, Carlie (who had been sitting in a folding chair, went down with a grand map seizure. The band kept playing (literally, we book a live band for this shindig). The kids kept running around playing. 99% of the folks there kept drinking and talking, not noticing 2 adults where sitting on the asphalt cradling a seizing girl’s head in their lap for 45 seconds. An hour later, she is in her stroller and I’m making innane small talk behind my sunglasses. Some people offered kind words,<br />But overall, we all march forward as if she hadn’t turned blue and my knees aren’t scrapped raw, and I didn’t go in and cry for 10 mins. It’s just a ridiculous and surreal sort of life to live ...Alicia Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06244714478310893367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-20705726019858050572018-08-24T16:56:20.229-07:002018-08-24T16:56:20.229-07:00Sending love to you and Sophie on this sad-eyed da...Sending love to you and Sophie on this sad-eyed day in the lowlands. That's an eloquent shadow portrait.amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-49054463504335144902018-08-24T11:29:23.149-07:002018-08-24T11:29:23.149-07:00Oh, Elizabeth. I wish I was a wordsmith and could ...Oh, Elizabeth. I wish I was a wordsmith and could fashion beautiful words for you to express what’s in my heart. Just know that you and Sophie are in my heart. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-5231792520497448182018-08-24T11:23:28.730-07:002018-08-24T11:23:28.730-07:00I shall remember this and use it: I know it's ...I shall remember this and use it: I know it's not your fault, but I'm tired of this, and I feel like no one cares and I am doing all the caring and the work, and I'm losing my mind. <br /><br />Good for medical people and good for whatever universal forces are at work here (if any).<br /><br />Hugs.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-14120796929269905202018-08-24T08:37:43.193-07:002018-08-24T08:37:43.193-07:00I don't miss facebook, but I do miss getting t...I don't miss facebook, but I do miss getting the reminders of your blog posts. <br /><br />"I'm going to go in my room and cry, I said to Saint Mirtha, and she said, Elizabeth. I lay on my white bed and wept through the eyelet of my white blouse and then I got up and walked to Ralph's where, like I said, I noticed how inane my chatter is when I am most in despair and where, I've also noticed, the eyes of men who work unpacking crates of beautiful vegetables follow me, right through my dark glasses like they know and love sorrow, a sad-eyed woman. I bought thick-cut bacon, tomatoes and tortillas for BLT tacos and walked home."<br /><br />I have no words to express how your words reave my heart. Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01221703763145912238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-21616914142769269972018-08-24T06:55:12.414-07:002018-08-24T06:55:12.414-07:00Oh Elizabeth, sending so much love.Oh Elizabeth, sending so much love.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-62451441071167721132018-08-24T06:09:30.907-07:002018-08-24T06:09:30.907-07:00I really don't know what to say except that of...I really don't know what to say except that of course you didn't go to the hospital because you'd still be there and you already knew what Sophie needed, you and Saint Mirtha and of course you talked on and on to the barista because you had all of that adrenalin flowing through you and of course the receptionist went and got the neurologist because you were right and you needed some goddamned help and like Steve I would hug you and I would hug you. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-44928682231615340512018-08-24T05:12:29.863-07:002018-08-24T05:12:29.863-07:00Oh my. I'd hug you if you were here, Elizabeth...Oh my. I'd hug you if you were here, Elizabeth!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-10030965724127884542018-08-24T04:32:48.983-07:002018-08-24T04:32:48.983-07:00I always read your posts. Many times I have no wo...I always read your posts. Many times I have no words. Like now.<br /><br />Best,<br />BonnieFrom the Kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00789641912016566894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-37203846253201386242018-08-23T22:58:18.509-07:002018-08-23T22:58:18.509-07:00It's were. I wish it were different for you. I...It's were. I wish it were different for you. I wish it had never been this way. They're talking about making the MMR mandatory in Ireland because we have another minor 'outbreak' of measles at the moment. There is no mention of a compensation scheme, or care for those who will be injured though.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-22934289209267992102018-08-23T20:50:11.273-07:002018-08-23T20:50:11.273-07:00Oh. Good. God. And oh, shit. My heart is pounding....Oh. Good. God. And oh, shit. My heart is pounding. Thinking of your heart with love.Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-89921934248250208642018-08-23T20:02:56.181-07:002018-08-23T20:02:56.181-07:00Man, what an afternoon. I don’t know how I knew yo...Man, what an afternoon. I don’t know how I knew you had a lot going on! I hope you know I was being my silly self with my email. And you poor things! I hope Sophie’s breathing is better and that your cry released some anxiety. What an afternoon! I had a bit of a vision of you sitting in the library writing today... not so. ❤️ Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08015888228309968515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-73296975341766490102018-08-23T19:35:04.749-07:002018-08-23T19:35:04.749-07:00Oh--sending love.Oh--sending love.Ramona Quimbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01308882206677929003noreply@blogger.com