by KimBoo York | Jan 30, 2012 | Reflections
While I was a full-time caretaker, I snuck out at night once or twice a week after putting my charges to bed and went clubbing. This was in the early to mid 90s, and the club scene was full of alt-rock and new wave and, after 1am, rave. It was a dance nirvana and I...
by KimBoo York | Jan 23, 2012 | Reflections
After Mother died, I stood at the liquor store with my friend Shawn who had tripped over to visit me in my hours of confusion. She was experienced with the grief process herself, and was tolerant of my rather dissociated condition (I took to referring to myself in the...
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 12, 2012 | Mourning
More than 15 years after my father’s death, I have finally discovered the secret to his scrambled eggs. Now, most instructions for flavorful scrambled eggs say to add milk or cream to the eggs. I’ve done that for years, and it does add flavor and a certain “softness”...
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...
