Drafting 18/22

Easter blew my mind! Actually, my mind has been blown for days and I feel that I am gathering it back to me so slowly that I'm growing quite impatient. In short, the evening was spent with too many carbs, stacks of (some kind of intense) baby pictures, the drone of an apathetic television in the background, a dog overjoyed at cleanliness and a new bed, synchronicity that didn't make sense right away because of its perfection, stories that are unfolding as slowly as my mind is returning to me, genuine concern parading as detached judgment, the tense buzz of what needs to be said.

I have been thinking about the connections between my genealogy findings and my current disposition towards my family, and trying to figure out how to best serve the situation. Abuelo is asking for something. Upon telling Mami about what I'd found, she said that she had just discovered a picture of him as a very young man (among the many ridiculous baby pictures she insisted on showing my guest at Easter dinner) and had immediately put it up on her altar. Later the same day, she telephoned Mami Abuelita (her mother, his first failed marriage) who told her that she had dreamt of him the night before. Either we are a family of witches or this man is trying to tell us something... or both.

Considering my recent failed attempts to write male characters, I can't help but think that there is some code in all of this for me to crack. Maybe L was right. Maybe I need to focus on the women (with their stories and pictures and willingness to share).  It may be worth enduring the criticism (Ay, Cristy, why you not marriage yet? You too old!) to find some answers.