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Fair Well, 2020.
“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like... Continue Reading →
Speech, less.
The last time I saw my mother was the first Sunday in August. The final day of an impromptu stay with my parents, spurred the previous Wednesday by the most heartbreaking call from my father: she didn't have much time; he wasn't prepared of any of this; he wanted to stop this from happening... her... Continue Reading →
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Somewhere in this heart beneath all my grief and pain, churning confusion and waves of disbelief I know you found the path to leave To let go and sigh into the mighty arms of the Universe where you will find the deepest Love and the purest welcoming All for you Lean into it and let... Continue Reading →
July 29, 2020: sleep talk
"She's on her way out." So says the CNA charged with day care of my a-mother six days out of seven for the two-and-a-half years. She's been in a state of decline for weeks; her death, when it comes, will likely be labeled a combination of broken hip/fall related trauma and old age. The fall,... Continue Reading →
2020: A Year to Memoir Project
In December 2019, I signed on to work with Anne Heffron to coach my writing into something, hopefully, resembling a memoir. We began in January, talking almost weekly for the last six months about process and personal truth and good storytelling. Today July 1 - the halfway point - writing something still feels very big... Continue Reading →
