by KimBoo York | Jan 16, 2012 | Reflections
As a child, when things went wrong or I felt sad or scared, I would hide under my father’s desk. He had a large, executive IBM desk (literally, it was made by or for IBM) from the late 60s that weighed as much as a small car and could easily hide a baby elephant...
by KimBoo York | Jan 9, 2012 | Reflections
A glaring hole in this narrative is the story of the family pets. I grew up with dogs in the house all the time, so it was natural for me to have animals around and I missed them when they were not there. I moved out of the dorms in my second year of college but I...
by KimBoo York | Jan 2, 2012 | Reflections
Another aspect I had not planned on, along with losing the house and most everything in it, was that when a person dies, their body does not magically disintegrate a la Obi Wan Kenobi in Star Wars. Let this be a lesson to young adults everywhere: do not make important...
by KimBoo York | Dec 27, 2011 | Reflections
It is easy to just do something when a person dies, because there is certainly enough to do. After Mother died I was tied up in financial paperwork from all her medical and credit card bills, eventually helping my father declare bankruptcy in the face of a...
by ::::kbs | Sep 17, 2011 | Reflections
I thought that when I was taking care of my parents as they died that I was in chrysalis. It felt like the right metaphor for the time: isolated and encapsulated by my own grief and my parents’ fears and pain, I was changing radically as a person. I was in...
by ::::kbs | Aug 20, 2011 | Caretaking, Mourning, Reflections
Meet Choco. That’s short for “Chocolate”. A sophisticated piece of work, is our dear Choco; I made him when I was five, maybe. Really I don’t know for sure, and I certainly don’t remember doing it. Like so many other projects I fumbled...
