Washing Blackberries at the Sink

WASHING BLACKBERRIES AT THE SINK You wanted to wash the blackberries yourself, you said. I lifted you up to sit on the sink and made the water run. One by one you plucked them from my hand to wash them, then eat them, your other hand your other hand holding your balance by pushing againstContinue reading “Washing Blackberries at the Sink”

My First Indigenous Peoples’ Day

(Why am I naming days?) 10/12/15, Day 14,404 (Mercena Day 424): My First Indigenous Peoples’ Day Yesterday was my first Indigenous Peoples’ Day. Now, I’d been aware before yesterday that a national holiday celebrating Christopher Columbus was absurd. I knew his record of personal cruelty and exploitation, and the enormity of suffering and loss that hisContinue reading “My First Indigenous Peoples’ Day”

Mercena, Builder of Towers

(Heather took this photo of Mercena yesterday at the zoo’s playground. This was the first photo that ever made me feel like Mercena was a kid, and not a baby. It’s a strange feeling.) (Why am I naming days?) 10/11/15, Day 14,403 (Mercena Day 423): Builder of Towers This day is so named for Mercena’s skill in stackingContinue reading “Mercena, Builder of Towers”