I’ve been slacking off on all writing activities and events because my mother was hospitalized on the 16th and died on the 27th, at the age of 81. My friends kept me from losing my mind for the past three weeks, as she was hospitalized on the 16th. So I’m still here, number and sadder and confused as hell, but I’m gradually getting back to the online journals and events plans I’ve been ignoring, and I’m still pounding the pavement for work — also helped by friends’ job leads. My father died in October, 1980; my maternal grandmother in October, 1994; now my mother in September. It’s getting harder to enjoy the natural gift of New England’s Autumn in the face of losing my favorite gifts ever. Rest in peace, Momma, with Daddy again.