March 15, 2010
My mother really wants me to remember an enormous spider web that laced across a window in the old house on Macon Street. I try to see not only the web itself but the spider creating it, and the sunlight she describes. I try to dig up some vestige of a memory about the excitement she insists surrounded the sighting, but it was more than 40 years ago and I can't. I do remember, however, swallowing quite a toddler handful of orange-flavored St. Joseph's baby aspirin, in those days before child-proof caps. A girl never forgets her first suicide attempt.