Tag Archives: Dwight Hooker

Sipping Hooker Blonde Ale in Style

In the late Eighties, when Dwight and I started seeing each other, I started shopping for him. Most of Dwight’s clothes came from Banana Republic.  He wore khaki pants with a 34″ waist and 32″ long.  His shirts, sweaters, and jackets … Continue reading

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Early Morning Memories

Dwight told me, “You need to live long enough to be a very old lady; much older than me. You are my memory.” Now, here I am. I’m without Dwight. Today, Easter Sunday, I texted Dan.  He is the only … Continue reading

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The House That Dwight Would Have Built

Aretha Franklin and Metallica sang about “The House That Jack Built.” Growing up, my mom read me the story in a Little Golden Book. When Dwight and I drove through my neighborhood the first time, he said, “Well, I don’t like … Continue reading

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It’s Weird, but It’s Hooker

Yesterday, I made the bed.  I smiled as I pulled the sheet over the blanket.  Those sheets started out in the master bedroom on Military Way.  The lamps were carried from Germany by Dwight’s fourth wife’s grandfather.  The “H” quilt … Continue reading

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Thank You for “The House that Built Me”

Dwight, Thank you.  Thank you for “The House that Built Me.”  When we left our cabin, I walked into each room and said, “thank you.”  Our cabin was love. “The House that Built Me”

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Dwight, now what?

Dwight, Citizenfour is on HBO.  If you were here, our phones would be next to our ears and we’d be watching it together.  Then, we’d re-watch it and talk about it again. What do I do now? It feels wrong … Continue reading

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Favorites

Favorites I just hung up the phone. Annika and I spoke for almost four hours. When I hung up, I started to call Dwight. I scrolled to “favorites” on my phone. I wanted to tell him that we talked about … Continue reading

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My Mother Lives for Death

My Mother Lives for Death Standing next to the casket of a dear friend, my mother whispered, “Now may not be the right time, but don’t you like the white lining in the casket?” My eyes widened. She was right. … Continue reading

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Is My Earache a Sign from Dwight?

Whenever Dwight caught a cold, it settled in his right ear. The pain it caused was palpable. He would wince and press his right hand against his ear. Until this week, I never had an earache. On Tuesday, I woke … Continue reading

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Between Grief and Nothing, I Will Take Grief

As an English major, I studied the essayist and poet, Walter Pater. Dwight and I discussed his writing driving to and from Sundance. Dwight made the connection between Pater’s thoughts on memory and the novel, The Wild Palms by William … Continue reading

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