by Jane Miller
I didn’t really mean to write about all of this. Traveling over the Santiam Pass on New Year’s Eve, I wrote notes for something vastly different. But that will have to wait.
December needs to be revisited first.
I have been so afraid and so deeply sad. I lost my eye. I almost died. My face is still a mass of bruises, swelling, and pain. I will heal, I know, but there will be scars inside and out.
Continue reading One step forward
By Erik Dolson
Irish had nightmares nearly all night on Christmas Eve. She would cry out or whimper, and I would take her hand or touch her shoulder or leg, someplace where I could reach actual skin.
“It’s alright. I’m right here,”
She would gulp a lungful of air.
“It was awful. People were coming out of the ground to attack me.”
“It’s just a nightmare. I’m right here.”
She’d fall back asleep but 20 minutes or an hour later, she would cry out again.
Continue reading One of the Best Ever.
by Erik Dolson
It frightens me when Irish looks at me, silently, with layers of confusion and pain and conflict in her eyes.
In her eye. I have to train myself to look at her left eye, not simply gaze toward her face. Where her right eye had been is a thick bulge of gauze and tape extending from above her eyebrow to below her newly rebuilt cheekbone. Her rebuilt nose has a mesh cast above nostrils that occasionally bleed.
Continue reading No Sleighbells
By Erik Dolson
We had game hen instead of turkey for Thanksgiving, and celebrated a day late. But we gave thanks. It was a beautiful day in a beautiful city. We were together, living on a boat in Victoria Harbor for the winter, getting the boat ready for a three month voyage to Alaska next summer. It could be a lot worse.
As we’d soon find out.
“Harbor Authority is giving away Christmas lights to the first people who come to the office! And they’re giving a prize for the best decorated boat!”
Continue reading Holiday to Remember