“That Shit Is Raw” (A Carlson Thanksgiving)

written November 22, 2012   Eric: The off-key singing of May’s door, opened at 7:30 was by no means the first to come to May’s ears this Thanksgiving morning.  Sonya has roamed until (only?) about two in the morning. “Good morning,” I had whispered to her, then just a huddled form.  We talked of things…

The Burden of Heavy Ornaments

May has a way of banging on my door, at Magnolia, that brings to mind debt collectors.  I have to smile to think of her thin frame delivering such blows to get my attention, lengthy as my residence is.  She chose just the wrong moment, as I was stepping into the shower.  Yes, I was…