Getting Back to the Work

I’ve been stalled a bit on my project about my mother’s death, partly because I went away and partly because, well, it’s hard. Today in Comics Coven we worked a bit on containers, but all I could think about was how much my mother tried to disappear all her life, how little of a burden she wanted to be (even after her death, she didn’t want us to grieve, which isn’t really the dying person’s call: grief is part of life). I am thinking of her as a silhouette. A silhouette in a doorway.