This is an unconventional post for me; I should like to briefly introduce myself – and in some way, qualify myself to a completely new and unforeseen audience. My name is Elizabeth Conant. I’m a 58-year-old woman, originally from Chicago, who has recently concluded a 15-year run as a single mom in rural upstate New… Continue reading A Greeting
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The Privilege of June
This is the first June 12th in several years which has passed rather uneventfully. Last year on this day my son graduated from high school. Two years ago on this day I permanently injured my eye. Today had been my former in-laws’ wedding anniversary. This is also the birthday of my ex-husband’s second son, the… Continue reading The Privilege of June
Fly Bye
Elihu has flown the coop. He’s gone off to college and left me alone with the chickens. I’ve certainly known this was coming, I’ve prepared my heart for weeks, for months. Years, really. This is the happy ending of a success story, right? All is as it should be. And yet, somehow things here still… Continue reading Fly Bye
Over and Out
There is no more waiting. No more positing about how it will feel. The “just imagines” aren’t needed, nor are the observations about how changed this place will be from here on in. No more wistful reflections are really called for at this point. It’s been in the works for a while now, and it’s… Continue reading Over and Out
Storm of the Eye
Today my son is a high school graduate, and I am free. One year ago today I injured my eye, and I have found myself a prisoner of that event ever since. Today, standing in the bright morning sunshine of a fine spring day (floaters still clouding my vision and an ever-present feeling of a… Continue reading Storm of the Eye
Middling
In this first week of March, Elihu and I exist in an interesting and unique place in our lives. Today we are at home, each of us ensconced in our own projects, each working in our own individual spaces, yet each of us knowing and feeling the other to be not far away. We are… Continue reading Middling
Ganga’s Bones (or Death in Three Parts)
Part I I have a dear friend who is dying. In and of itself it’s not really anything out of the ordinary, however what brings some irony to the situation is that my friend once wrote a book about dying, and how to lose one’s fear of it. And she is not approaching her death… Continue reading Ganga’s Bones (or Death in Three Parts)
The Varieties of 57
This past year has been full of extremes, both good and bad. Covid played its part, but there was so much more. And I understand more profoundly today, even as I didn’t just a few months ago, that there will be no letup anytime soon; this life of mine will continue to be a challenging… Continue reading The Varieties of 57
Dear Diary
Tenses change. Plans change. This is uncensored and unedited. Raw diary stuff. These are my journal entries from my recent trip. Girly stuff, but maybe it’s of interest to some. Had to get it off my chest and out the door. Thanks in advance for the witness. February 8th, 2022 It has been a very… Continue reading Dear Diary
Poised for Flight
It’s a good thing that pregnancy lasts nine months. One needs that sort of time to mentally prepare for what’s coming. At least as best one can prepare for that sort of life-changing event. (I was in labor and pushing and still had no real concept that in a short while I’d have a real-live… Continue reading Poised for Flight
The Hillhouse 