Pia Z. Ehrhardt's fiction and non fiction.

Posts from the “Memoir” Category

Driveway.

Posted on January 12, 2016

Last month I took Malcolm and Andrew to the apartment in Italy where my Driveway story happened, back in the 1960s when I was eight or nine. I wasn’t sure I had the correct side of the street, but Andrew walked around the corner with me into the street below. I heard voices that sounded like the voices from that night when the neighborhood came to see the fallen car that could have killed someone but didn’t. We were in the right place.

Pictures Of You: The Merry Miler.

Posted on September 3, 2015

When I was in Grade Ten, we moved suddenly from Alberta, Canada to Mississippi, driving the Merry Miler across wide, empty provinces, and traffic-filled states. There were six of us: my younger sister Nance and me, our parents, and two tiny new sisters. My mother scouted out the next RV Park in a giant guidebook, while she and my father listened to serious music on the radio. They were both musicians. At night Nance and I sauntered around the grounds, thinking we were brand new. When we found boys our age we skipped the shyness because even if you never saw him again, hitting it off was better than standing there, tongue-tied and wishing. The next morning Nance and I would beg for a…

Inpatient, Outpatient.

Posted on April 21, 2015

Not much bad health-wise had ever happened to me until my appendix burst at the end of 2011. For two and a half weeks my internist had misdiagnosed my stomach pain. She was a mild mannered thirty-something woman who took careful notes but never really looked me in the eye. Impaction? An x-ray had ruled out blockage. Diverticulitis? Ovarian cysts? There was a weird ridge on my right side that she pressed, mystified. Over those seventeen days she prescribed: Fleet enemas, laxatives, white foods, no nuts or seeds, liquids only, and a torrent of antibiotics – aimless warriors, shadow boxers – which slowed the infection but tore up my stomach. I couldn’t keep any food down. I’d lost 15 pounds. When my lab work showed…