So there’s the big thing: our mother’s illness and death.
This time last year she was fine. Or seemed fine, though the cancer that would kill her was quite probably growing quite happily and quietly inside. This time last year she decided for the first time in years not to attend the annual Thinking Day Service because she was tired. She wasn’t diagnosed till June, and she died one week ago.
*moment of silence*
Some little things:
My chapbook, Mama Lily and the Dead, was published in December.
The Avatar Review accepted four of my poems for publication in this year’s issue.
More stuff? Nothing really comes to mind. Death has a way of shutting out all the frivolous. Not entirely a bad thing, IMO.