Some of you have been wondering why I haven't written about Mom lately. I still visit her at the nursing home in Jackson, Mississippi, about twice a month. But the past few visits have left me wordless. Why? I think for two reasons: (1) They've actually been a little boring. As she slips farther away, there's less to talk about. (2) I think I've been repressing a degree of sadness over losing her and haven't been ready to write about it.
But that may be changing, thanks to Dinty Moore's interview and article, both in Writer's Digest. Read all about it over at my post on the 2011 Memphis Creative Nonfiction site:
"The Personal Essay: In Search of Insight and Enlightenment."
On my next visit I think I'm going to cut her hair. She has asked me to, although she won't let the people at the nursing home cut it. I'm a little nervous about doing it. I think cutting hair is a very intimate activity. Kind of like giving manicures and pedicures. Hope I'm up to the task.