It Snowed the Day My Son Died
It snowed the day my son died. Flakes so fragile they disappeared at the first touch of warm skin. I had worn sneakers that day and wondered why I had not worn boots. My feet would be wet by the… Read More ›
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Subterfuge 101
Welcome to the second installment from my guest blogger. This is a poignant exploration of dementia care through the eyes of a devoted caregiver. Dementia, a complex and often misunderstood condition, casts a shadow over countless lives, reshaping relationships and… Read More ›
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Bearing the Unbearable: A Journey Through Dementia
I was recently surprised by a friend’s request to use my blog as an outlet. An outlet? An outlet for what, I wondered? She shared with me that she has started on a journey with her husband, a journey which… Read More ›
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Picking Myself Back Up
Yesterday evening, I went to the ER at my doctor’s suggestion. I had been having sharp chest pains since Thursday afternoon and was certain I wasn’t having a heart attack. Well, almost certain. And I guess the “almost” is why… Read More ›
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And So the Hunger Begins
And so the hunger begins. Sixteen hours and the hunger pangs come and go in waves. Kind of like emotions, I guess. Just as the pain rushes in at a reminder of the family I’ll never have, I know it… Read More ›
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And So I Begin. Again.
Beginnings. How I do love a good beginning. Everything is wonderful in the beginning – the excitement, the anticipation, the hope! Every relationship I ever had began with all of those feelings. I can recall instantly the feeling of those… Read More ›
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Seymour’s Turn
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Going on a Journey
I am going on a journey. So many emotions overtake me as I pack my suitcases. I have two of them, suitcases, that is. One is an old brown weathered one. It’s large and clunky, yet it has tons of… Read More ›
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Water Fast: Early Morning Musings
Early mornings are my time. The quiet. The still. Before the children upstairs begin to stir. Only those children are not so small anymore. One is 19 and cozied up to her girlfriend. One is 17, on his last loop… Read More ›
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Day Three of the Water Fast
I am on day three of the water fast. Only it’s not actually a pure water fast (I’m still having two cups of black coffee). And also, I should be on day four because on the original first day I… Read More ›
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