The Space Between Us
Forty years of anniversaries that commemorate the last time we thought we knew what we were getting into.
How A Dermatologist Made Me Obsessed With My Face
Do the Face Gods hate me now?
I Have Not Come To Mourn. I Have Come To Say Goodbye.
She had been in a nursing home for several years, deteriorating at a snail’s pace. On my annual visits, my brother and I would question the wisdom of stockpiling old people in places like this.
So Long. I Love You, Babe. A Hospice Story.
From where he sits on the sofa, Vivaldi on the portable CD player next to him, he sees everything but can make sense of nothing. His home gleams. Not a spot of dust anywhere. His wife, with nothing else to do but care for him, has become obsessive. Dust she can control. A husband whose mind deteriorates a little more each day is beyond her.
When What Was Lost Is Found: Never Give Up Hope
When What Was Lost Is Found I have become the queen of losing things. Last fall I lost two of my favorite necklaces. One I love not only because my…
Go Change the World. It’s Not Too Late. Is It?
“Everything we own is stuffed in our cart. My favorite bone, his Purple Heart...” Lyrics from Couple of Strays
Life Without A Dog
I hope one day I see her again, prancing in heaven.
Romantic…Comedy?
She must have sounded horrified because he said, “Now who would have thought you’d find that more abhorrent than sleeping with me?”
Visiting Mom 2015 – Part Two
I drove Maxine’s car and commented on what a nice ride it had and asked her what year it was. She said “Oh, I don’t know. 1957?” We chuckled at that. (It’s a 1998 Oldsmobile 88 with under 50,000 miles on it.)
(Chief?) Sarcoxie Days
I'm back in Sarcoxie. Again. Ugh. Chief Sarcoxie Days is a celebration, but of what? Obesity? Poverty? Hopelessness? Am I just used to everything new and bright and shiny so…