Friday, January 22, 2010

Six Words at a Time

I meant to write something about the January VCFA residency--sun on snow, and a rich delight of words and ideas and community. I meant to write about the opening of Tea With Chachaji.

Instead I'm writing about my father, who's ill and in intensive care and I'm dropping everything to fly to India to be with him as soon as I can.

At the residency Kathi Appelt spoke about writing memoir. It's not something I'd ever considered and yet I walked away wondering if that might be a kind of writing I could embrace, or if it would welcome me. I suppose this is a start.

Qwerty, I clattered
on my father's
old Remington Rand.
Yuiop, the keys sang, and zxcvb
I was five in my universe
dancing to keystrokes.

To my friends and to my writing family, thank you for keeping me and my parents in your thoughts at this time. If I can, when I can, I'll post more here. Perhaps, as Kathi says, six words at a time.


  1. *hugs*
    I'll keep you and your family in my thoughts.
    If you layover in my city, let me know so I can help in any way possible.

  2. Uma,
    I'm so very sorry to hear about this. Will be thinking of you ...

  3. Dear Uma,
    Keeping you and your father in my thoughts and prayers. Safe trip to you, my dear friend. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

  4. You and your family will be in my thoughts. A memoir would be wonderful, I have no doubt.

  5. Uma,

    I'm thinking of you and your parents. Hugs and love,


  6. Uma, I'm sending my thoughts and prayers to you and your family.

  7. Uma -- Sorry to hear that your dad's not well. It was wonderful meeting your parents, when your mom was good enough to cook for us all! I'm glad that you're able to return to India to be with him and with family. I'll be thinking about you all.