Coded Language
Powerful, Moving
Ambiguous, Interpretive
Heard, Hidden
Stripped, Caged
Imprisoned, Locked
Unheard, Unknown
Screaming, Silent Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Tag: Gratitude
December 18, 2014
December 15, 2014
Ritual of Remembrance
~ ~ ~ King’s College Choir, Cambridge, U.K.
It’s Christmas Eve, 1998. I’m sitting in a chair in our living room, facing our stereo speakers. Tears stream down my face. I’m listening to the annual live broadcast Read the rest of this entry »
December 10, 2014
Speaking and Writing Truth
It’s summer, 2012.
I’m speaking in public
about things I’ve never described
to a live audience. Read the rest of this entry »
November 29, 2014
Diane is in my dreams
It’s April 2011
Diane is in my dreams—
tall, beautiful
wearing a long, full
light mocha winter coat
that’s gently flared
in the back.
I see her
from the back,
looking over her left shoulder,
smiling at me. Read the rest of this entry »
November 28, 2014
Can we talk? – Part 2 | Dear Diane
Diane’s opening lines in Part 1 are loaded: “I am dying. Sooner rather than later.” Her entire piece is available here. The following letter is my response to her.
Dear Diane,
Your question and opening lines get right to the point.
I’ve been thinking about our family of origin and your immediate family. From my perspective, they’re light-years apart when it comes to talking in general.
For example, I can’t imagine us as children sitting around the kitchen or dinner table, chomping down food, elbows on the table, Read the rest of this entry »
November 27, 2014
Thanksgiving Day Dissonance
Could this be Deep South white shame?
The shame of being almost
but not quite this
or that?
Rich – Poor
Privileged – Underprivileged
Proud – Ashamed
Grateful – Embarrassed
Living one life – Living two lives
Consider the evidence: Read the rest of this entry »
November 21, 2014
Can we talk? – Part 1 | Dear Diane
Houston, March 1999. A small family gathering in memory of Mother’s death in February. Several next-generation cousins are there. We watch a video of the memorial service for Mother. Death is in the air and on my mind. Not simply Mother’s death, but Diane’s and mine. Did Diane’s ALS break Mother’s heart? Read the rest of this entry »
November 11, 2014
Day of Remembrance
Taking the day off to remember and give thanks
for the pain-filled beauty and richness of life sacrificed at great cost.
Elouise
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 10 November 2014
Photo by DAFraser, September 2004
November 8, 2014
Who am I as a Blogger?
I keep asking myself this question. When I wrote my About Me page, I knew who I was. But not yet as a blogger.
I’ll likely never meet most of you in real life. Furthermore, you come in all styles and sizes. An unmelted pot of humanity. Read the rest of this entry »
November 4, 2014
Remembering Bill
On October 31, death put a punctuation point at the end of Bill Supplee’s earth-life. A full stop, like coming to the end of a book.
Bill gave me something to live for. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 