Saturday, July 16, 2005


Today my Nana would be 90 years old if she were still alive.

I always loved that our birthdays were only a day apart; I always hoped, somehow, that would make us closer. It never did. I never felt like she liked me very much.

She was a strong, smart, beautiful, classy woman with beautiful hands and a sharp tongue. She taught my sister Kate to say "Oh Shit" when Kate was learning how to talk. They were always very close--I was always a little bit jealous.

But when she died 21 months ago, November 1st, I got her ruby "birthday" ring. Sometimes I like to pretend that makes us closer.

Happy Birthday Nana. I hope you're finally content.