Hey you-- yeah, YOU! You ROCK! I know I'm not home this year (gasp, for the first time ever), but I'm still thinking of you. Lots. Ask anyone. Someone says something about home, and inevitably I will say something about, "Dude, my mom is so cool. Seriously, man, you don't even know."
Everyday something (well, okay, tons of things) remind me of you. Take, for example, the fact that "Burkina ___" has come up as a clue in my daily crossword for the past two days. Or that people are always asking where I got my robots, and stealing my Indian scarves. And that I know how to talk to human beings. And how to write, sometimes. And also, how I know to have my own money. And that if I don't like something, I can change it. And that I can, actually, change the world.
I know this sounds like it's about me, but really, Kim Tackett, you know it's about you. You have taught me, well, it turns out, everything necessary for thriving in this world. Or you gave me the tools to figure out what I don't know on my own. That plus unflagging support equals two daughters well prepared to face life.
Love you. And I'll call you in the morning. Hope you're eating strawberries and drinking too much strong coffee. (That's another thing you "gave" me.)
Funny Every Day
If I Listened to Music
What I Love
The feeling of cheap paper when you’ve written on both sides of it—how it folds so easily in your hands.
Parking lot reverberations from speakers—public announcements or the radio.
The smell of dark, dusty leather.
Doing dishes with someone.
Wet asphalt.
The scar in the middle of my lip and the lump on my rib and the crescent on my hand.
Ringing poetry.
Some days I'm in love with everything I see.
Parking lot reverberations from speakers—public announcements or the radio.
The smell of dark, dusty leather.
Doing dishes with someone.
Wet asphalt.
The scar in the middle of my lip and the lump on my rib and the crescent on my hand.
Ringing poetry.
Some days I'm in love with everything I see.
About Me
Make! Art!
1 comment:
ah, you made me cry. but i know you're competitive like that...you just wanted to be the first one to make me cry. love you and miss you. remember last mom's day? it was the hike where I got poison oak butt. staying home for the whole earth festival today. ahhhh, now i am really gonna miss you. hope alex lets me buy some tie dye for her. xo. mom
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