by Pearl Klein | Apr 2, 2015 | Uncategorized
One of my jobs these days is to take my father-in-law, known as “Bimpy” to his grandchildren, to his doctor visits. Bimpy is 85 years old and lives alone, having been widowed for 14 years. Over the past couple years Bimpy has suffered two serious falls leading to...
by Pearl Klein | Apr 1, 2015 | Uncategorized
I have been a poet since I was 9 years old. (Yes, I have a copy of my first poem. No, you can’t read it.) On the first day of 5th grade (and probably 6th, and likely 7th) when we went around in a circle giving our name and the name of a thing that we liked that...
by Pearl Klein | Mar 31, 2015 | Uncategorized
My vulnerability is my greatest gift. As I kid, I was considered “sensitive,” as in “too sensitive,” as in “Don’t be so sensitive; I was only teasing.” I hate teasing. I’m really not very good at taking it, though I’m okay at dishing it out, except when I get to that...
by Pearl Klein | Mar 30, 2015 | Uncategorized
I used to call Dad “our father who art 10 paces behind us.” Once I asked him if he had to run “that way.” His speech was always slow and deliberate; he never seemed to get excited, even in anger, though he laughed and showed joy without holding...
by Pearl Klein | Mar 29, 2015 | Uncategorized
Since the onset of my midlife crisis (assuming I’m only going to live until 78), I’ve been exploring the edges: of my comfort, of the choices I make, of how socially acceptable practices work for me. At one point, having been accused of having no...
by Pearl Klein | Mar 28, 2015 | Uncategorized
Most of my furniture is made either by Ikea or by Darley A. Holbrook. Darley died in 1964, which means that the pieces he made are all verified antiques. I don’t know when he started making furniture, or when he stopped. One thing I do know is that it was a...
