There are moments of silver-lining beauty concerning my Dad’s dementia. Despite the sadness, witnessing it feels heavy and powerful, as if I’m being imparted some dark and secret magic. There is some meaningful purpose to witnessing him as he goes back to the earth, to lose bit by bit, everything
Every time I call my mom these days, she says “Hi, let me put your dad on.” She’s gone in a whisk and a clunk, and I’m on the phone with him. I don’t know if she’s pissed and doesn’t want to talk to me, or if she’s making me
Light Stuff With BlogHer ‘14 looming, I decided to have business cards made up. Minimum order was 100, so damn if I know what I’m going to do with the other 98 of these bastards come next month, but I am enjoying how they turned out: “They’re pretty crass. You
A few weeks ago, I went up take care of my nephew while Middle had her second baby. I haven’t blogged much about it, because it was one of those pregnancies where somebody says early on, “If the baby makes it, there’s a 30% chance of normalcy.” They say it
Last time we spoke, I was in a bad place. I could feel myself getting crushed under this psychic weight, like swimming deep underwater — unpleasant unrelenting pressure prevented me from breathing easy. I began to notice shadows out of the corner of my eye, as if something dark were