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Writing into a Void
It’s hard, writing to someone with dementia.
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A Heaping Helping of Immortality
Me and Vincent, linked by drawbridges…
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Forgotten Bruises
I bruise easily. So easily, in fact, that I think my sister worried for a time that I was a battered woman, when I truly wasn’t. I’m just a pale-skinned klutz, is all. Quite often I can’t even say what caused a bruise. Many times, when I bump into a door knob (or whatever happens…
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A Mental Walkabout
Once upon a time, I’d visit a different foreign country every two years. Those were the days. Now, 60 percent of my income goes toward mortgage and utilities, and I don’t see myself ever being able to leave the country again. That breaks my heart, because travel is my reason for being. Because of this,…
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Nostalgia Food
About once a year, something will come over me and I’ll buy a can of sardines and eat them in one sitting. I don’t particularly like sardines. I don’t dislike them, either. It’s just that they remind me of my grandmother. When I was little, not yet of school age, my mother would drop me…
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Anniversaries
It was my boyfriend’s 61st birthday this past week. Or it would have been, if he had lived to see it. Needless to say, this caused me to think about him quite a bit. I wonder what my life would be like now if he were still in it. Without a doubt it would have…