Dear Elsie, Okay, Daddy is trying once again to get a visa. This time he is carrying his framed bachelor’s degree diploma as proof that he has the qualifications to be working on a PhD. A photocopy was not sufficient. Since I spent ‘good money’ on that framing job, I’m hoping he guards the corners [...]
Dear Elsie, We’ve run into a little snag and immigration won’t let Daddy back into the US. Nasty, nasty immigration. Are you happy in Toronto, Kitten? I get the sense you might be feeling a little antsy. You and me both. We miss the California smog, don’t we? Well, here’s a picture of a baby [...]
Blogging is harder in Toronto. Too many things…personalities…lives to negogiate. My mind gets busy and full. My solitary life in Riverside, on the other hand, lends itself to writing…blogging…reflecting on my belly and me. Elsie Pelsie. Elsie Belsie. Elsie Felsie. Though now I have a couple days to slow down. My mama, sis and I [...]
She has a certain fear of her upcoming life as a house mama. The fear is cold and sticky. Sometimes. You can understand that, right? The fear. Even if you’re a man. Just put yourself in her shoes for a moment—a pair of silver strappy sandals, please. A floundering, but very hopeful artist, who hasn’t [...]
“I didn’t steal this plum,” she says, plum in hand. She’s sensitive these days. About being misunderstood. She’s not a thief. She’s just lonely, and the plum is round and just right in her fist. If she stuffs it in his knapsack, it will get mushy. She returns home and kneels down to pray on [...]
I waddled today for the first time. Very sexy, I know. I was walking out of Starbucks and I caught myself in the reflection of a car window. The woman was waddling. Up until now, I had prided myself on avoiding that particular pregnancy cliche. But everyday unfolds anew, and I continue to surprise myself. [...]
Dear Elsie, We’re not getting much done these days, you and me. We’ve reverted back to our early days together of staring into space. Lately, I particularly enjoy sitting down in the bath with the shower raining down and staring…maybe it’s more meditating…usually over my belly, looking for signs of you! Sometimes when I think [...]
I need to figure out how I’m feeling…strange these days. Bucky, the dog is also feeling strange. But while I’m using words to work out my unease, Bucky is disemboweling the parmesan cheese container. I don’t have the will to stop him. Go ahead, Bucky. If parmesan cheese floats your boat, I’m happy. Keeps you [...]
Dear Elsie, Okay, sometimes you hear the sounds of your Mama crying, but not too often. Sometimes there are lots of other sounds that ring in your ears like playful fairies. Like, for example, the sounds outside our apartment window. I have a feeling you would enjoy the hubbub, and be gurgling and smiling at [...]
Dear Elsie, We dreamt about you last night—your daddy and I. Two dreams in perfect synergy…all about you, our little kitten. (Okay, in reality, I think dreams are actually all about the dreamer. But let’s not crush the romanticism, ‘kay Els!) My dream was more on the practical side. I was trying to establish a [...]
