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Blessing and Release

“Mom, can you help me find the picture of me in my pink princess dress?” I knew the exact dress Tori was speaking of. Continue reading “Blessing and Release”

The End of the Battle

I glanced at the window and saw my reflection.  I was the oldest woman in the room by 25 years.  Continue reading “The End of the Battle”

Known

“Well, look at you, Mimi!” These words tumbled out of my 18-month-old grandson’s mouth as I walked into the room wearing black-and-white striped PJ’s. Continue reading “Known”

For June, Red Tent Living is reflecting on the following phrase “Well Look At You” We invite you to join us, or to consider exploring the idea further with a Red Tent Dinner.

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Why I Read the Acknowledgements

As summer nears, my anticipation grows. These are the months I nurse my addiction to books, indulging my list and pairing sun and hammocks with words. Continue reading “Why I Read the Acknowledgements”

Last Words

“I’m going to get off the phone now.”

“Mom, tell me you love me.”

“I love you honey.”

“OK mom, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“OK, goodbye.” Continue reading “Last Words”

I Cannot Raise the Dead

The truth is something you already knew deep in your own bones: Your ship is sinking. The life you lived before is the life you live no longer. Your life feels like a funeral, because there is part of you that is actually dying.”

Jonathan Martin How to Survive a Shipwreck

Joe arrived at my door dressed in khakis and a black polo shirt with the Mayflower logo.  Continue reading “I Cannot Raise the Dead”

Look to the Heavens

A small stream of light struggles to break through a crack between the window blinds in the darkened room. The persistent beep from the nearby machine hums. It is annoying, as it reminds me I am in the ICU. Continue reading “Look to the Heavens”

A New Way to Live

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning.

The end is where we start from.

 –T.S. Eliot

 

As I pulled out of my parking space, I realized my gas tank was on empty. How poetic. Continue reading “A New Way to Live”

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