November 11, 2014
Tags: 99 Girdles On the Wall, Hospice
Mid November my mother was moved into a private room, which to me heralded the immediacy of her death. One morning I found her dozing in a patch of sunshine. I put my face close to hers. When she opened her eyes, her face lit up with a beautiful smile. She said my name and Read the Rest…
November 4, 2014
Tags: 99 Girdles On the Wall, Hospice
The last time I saw my mother in my childhood home, she looked pale and shriveled. When she leaned back and closed her eyes, she looked dead. She had lost a lot of weight. Far from being problematic to her, she thought it made her look young and sexy. She kept saying she felt better Read the Rest…
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