Photographed from the Manhattan Bridge en route to Brooklyn.
From my silence on this blog, a casual reader might wonder if something happened on my end. And it had: my mother recently passed away. While her death wasn’t unexpected—Mom had been in a hospice with Alzheimer’s for the past two years—it’s still a shock.
Alzheimer’s is an awful, tragic disease. It robs the afflicted of their reason and memory, taking their mind long before the body follows in a cruel coup de grace. At the time of her death, my mother had been ill for so long that it’s hard to remember who she was before the disease took hold. In retrospect, I believe she had Alzheimer’s for a good five years before she was officially diagnosed—perhaps even longer.
As the disease progressed, I know my mother suffered horribly. She experienced bodily discomfort as well as depression and disorientation. Those of us who loved her suffered. There was so little we could do beyond making her as comfortable as we could. My sister and I were fortunate that we were able to obtain excellent care for her in her last years. The people who work in hospices are saints.
Now that my mother is gone, I am left sitting with the memories she lost in this world.
I’m not sure where I came across this list—on a Facebook post? A Twitter link?—but the first of the year seems an appropriate time for posting these very wise rules from choreographer Merce Cunningham. My favorite: “It is lighter than you think.” That’s a good one for me to bear in mind as I navigate these dark days of winter.
In other news, my author friend Heather Webb’s debut novel BECOMING JOSEPHINE was published yesterday! Already featured in the Wall Street Journal, BECOMING JOSEPHINE is about the Creole socialite who transformed herself into an empress. I just received my hot-off-the-press copy and can’t wait to read. Learn more here.
As for news of my own, I’m in a between and betwixt stage with my two novels. It’s too soon to share much, but things are progressing as they should. My time at the Salt Cay Writers Retreat was tremendously inspiring and fruitful, and has led to my immersing myself in my manuscript nearly nonstop since my return. More to come in this New Year!
Me at the Salt Cay Writers Retreat. Heavenly!
Photographed on Smith Street in Brooklyn. I saw this sticker affixed to the side of a mailbox. I don’t know who Neptune’s only daughter is, but I’d like to meet her.
To those of you attempting to access this site the past several days: Yes, this site was hacked. It was a huge, horrible mess.
I’ll post more soon about exactly what happened, but fingers crossed, we managed to save my site through quick action. However, this entailed moving my site to a new ISP and setting up a new primary url, since my previous primary url was stolen by the hackers. (For the time being, please reset your bookmarks to KrisWaldherr.com or KrisWaldherrBooks.com.)
There’s still a few last details to attend to—my site email is still not working, and my original primary url is still awry after being illegally transferred by GoDaddy.com, who was completely incompetent and negligent throughout this ordeal. Fingers crossed, I hope to have these issues resolved in several days’ time.
So, almost there.
*breathes huge sigh of relief*
Photographed in the garden of Blue House during this week’s snow storm in Brooklyn. Magical but cold.