May 13, 2012

rum, whiskey, gin

The airline offered free drinks to mothers and I am one but I didn't want a crappy airline drink. I look young--ever so young, they tell me--and I would have had to make a point to tell the attendant that my drink ought to be free. The older women were handed them without comment, and I wondered how many were barren. How many bled out their babies like I did. How many lost them at 2 weeks or 20 years or any time in between. How many were sitting quietly in their row, sipping their rum or whiskey or gin and thinking, rightly, that they deserved it, for surviving this day one more time.


  1. Thinking of you. How appropriate it's a free drink instead of a flower or something equally.... Harsh.

  2. "In one hour what years of anguish crowd."

    {Bulwer-Lytton, Richelieu}

    Ailis Evelyn and Noah Griffin and their Mother xoxoxo


  3. Hmm somehow it seems more appropriate to offer a rum to mothers like us, to take the edges off. Sometimes that multiplying out of my own feelings makes me feel comforted, at other times despairing. But I do wonder when I am in a crowd, what the other stories are that surround me. I like that Bulwer-Lytton quote CiM.