by Laurie | Jan 26, 2025 | Blog, Death
Lee and me: The beginning of the end. And then there was one. The fact that five of the seven that comprised my family were already dead was indisputable. The sixth, my only full-blood brother (the one with the same blood mixture as me) was what I had come to think of...
by Laurie | Jan 26, 2025 | Blog, Death
Lee and me: The end. Then again when he drank Dad’s morphine, I was at his ICU beside the next day, trying to coax him back. Like a reverse Horton Hears a Who episode…I was trying to reach him way down in Whoville… my voice getting smaller and smaller, diving down...
by Laurie | Feb 21, 2023 | Blog, Death
My brother Joji was born into post-bomb-drop Japan. A “brown-skinned-bastard” from a Black American soldier. I imagine his young Japanese mother, as the earth shook for a moment, then blew away. What could she have thought about the new world of sickness,...
by Laurie | Sep 12, 2017 | Blog, Child's Experiences, Death, Race Experience
My great uncles on my mother’s side were small time crooks who used guns to rob the local armory. My father adopted the attitude that guns were manly and virtuous, if used correctly (I grew up with a loaded gun in the house). So after adopting my brother, Larry,...
by Laurie | Sep 5, 2017 | Death, Public School, Trauma Recovery
I wasn’t sure for a moment whether to laugh or cry because I failed to save a draft before an “open-tab-over-load” forced me to reboot. Thanks (or maybe no thanks) to Google docs my brain now assumes everything is being backed up automatically, so my...
