As I walked across the parking lot to the hospital entrance a wind swept past me that I never experienced before. It seemed to lift me up for a moment, holding me in some steady embrace. I knew it would be the day.
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4 Nov
A View From the Ceiling
At least the “Or ” would provide an end to his suffering. That long elusive word, “dignity” hung around his neck like an invisible rosary. There were more than a few moments when I felt as if I had left my body and was floating above the conversation, hearing everything through a muffled blankets.
31 Oct
Dear Uncle
It’s so horrible it can ONLY be a joke. It’s so visceral and raw. I’ve never loved my father more, or been so exhausted.
27 Oct
The Man Who Came to Dinner
It was as if a streaky window separated him from my family. He was always on the outside of the window. And it was stormy out there…
24 Oct
pork and (In)perfection
And speaking of “not funny” moments (having little or nothing to do with my vagina) let me tell you about our domestic train wreck yesterday….
19 Aug
Molly and The Fairy Godmother Project
I think of how clothing can sometimes mark a rite of passage. That dress you wore to the prom, that suit with the pinchy shoes you put on for your first big job interview, your wedding gown….These things STICK. Those experiences stay with you forever and mark a passage of time from one doorway into another.
4 Aug
My father’s hands
And I think of my friends. Those of you whom I love dearly, who are the mountains in childrens lives. Everything you do makes an immesurable differrence and leaves an imprint that will last a lifetime. Treasure the small moments
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