People from whom I learned mispronunciations.


On this anniversary of The Very Bad Day, here is a rare photo of my mother (who hated being photographed) and me (ditto) together taken after 1980 (I think it’s from 1993).

Wash yer hair, McLeod.

I went for a run down by the river. When she was very sick, my mother wanted to go there a lot to just watch the water and feed the birds and enjoy at least part of the day. I only remembered as I was arriving.

OK, while I have THAT Sarah McLachlan song in my head, it seems to be in a slightly ironic way this year (possibly because this photo was taken RIGHT before I went full Lilith Fair style-wise). Not sure if that’s progress or not? We all mourn in our own ways.


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