Monday, October 04, 2004


My mom had surgery today, a fact she'd kept secret until today. She's private, in her way, especially when it comes to what she calls "female problems." This being one of those, though not an especially serious or invasive procedure. She's sore but doing ok, better than I'd have guessed, but still, it's cause for worry. I was on campus most of the day, meeting with a few straggling students, and then workshop tonight, which was good fun. But that worry was present.


I instructed one girl, reading her poem in her standard hyper-speed voice, to read as if we were "all riding on the short bus." Much laughter. I'll say just about anything. My eventual downfall.

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