For many, the #MeToo Movement might be just flash in the pan. A fly-by-night headline that goes viral for a while and then vanishes with yesterday’s tweets. But not for me. Just like a giant game of “telephone,” this movement has become so widespread and muddled that many of us don’t have a clue where… Read More #Me Too: A Place to Start
A couple years ago, my stepson came to visit for Thanksgiving. We were overjoyed to see him, but startled by his appearance. While away at college, he had been very ill and dropped about 35 lbs. He looked so skinny and frail, and his clothes hung loosely about him. Everywhere we went, he was met with… Read More Update: el pelo (that’s “hair” in Spanish)
It’s everywhere. In my bed. On my clothes. In my food. All over the house. I even spot strands of it stuck to my children and my husband. Probably from hugs. I’ve been out of ICU for about 12 weeks, and now I’m losing my hair. Handfuls, brushes and combs full. For the past month. And it’s… Read More Losing it
“He once thought it himself, that he might die of grief: for his wife, his daughters, his sisters, his father, and master [all dead] … But the pulse, obdurate, keeps its rhythm. You think you cannot keep breathing, but your ribcage has other ideas, rising and falling, emitting sighs. You must thrive in spite of… Read More Being still
Miracle Max: It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there’s usually only one thing you can do. Inigo Montoya: What’s that? Miracle Max: Go through his clothes and… Read More The Walking Dead
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