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She be recollectin’ y’all
What reminded me? What reminded me? Oh, yes. My college adviser connected with me via LinkedIn, that’s what. Hadn’t heard from him in years. We were together the morning of 9-11. I’d arranged for your mom, Dez, to stay home for just a few hours to watch your youngest uncle…
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Humbug
Harrumph. I am in no way, shape or form deserving of the negativity, lack of humor or general curmudgeonry (look! I made up a new word!) leveled at me today. I am a kind, thoughtful and, yes, snarky person and I should be acknowledged for all of these pleasant and desirable…
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Then again
The door is slightly ajar. I don’t knock, I quietly squeeze past so as not to be noticed. It’s black and white, everything is various shades and depths of black and white and gray. I look first at myself, then at the tight cropped carpeting, the stairs directly across from…
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Almost ready
Oh, all right. I must admit I AM very much a social creature. I was delighted when Colleague not only stopped by tonight to graciously bring us dinner and some very kind get-well cards, but actually stayed and ate and drank beer and we chatted and laughed and it was…
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Poor penmanship
It is not uncommon for me to find myself staring at an entry on my daily to-do list wondering what the heck my Neanderthal scrawlings were intended to say. This morning as I squint (as if that will help) at what appears to be “Piss on FB, Fuck” thinking I…
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Wardrobe
I awaken from a dream with cars and lifts and a born-again, rounded Rocky housed at the top of a tall, spindly building that tips dramatically as the wind blows and makes me wonder if it will snap off the spire at any moment and plummet us all to the…
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Actions . . .
You are changed, you know? You’re never quite the same. I’ve had three major surgeries and there’s always something different about the me who comes back. I’m not sure of the extent of the altered me yet, but it struck me today that there’s a shift and it’s only now…
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We found each other
You have family and you have friends, it’s that cut and dry, right? Nah. I’ve come to realize that family has as much to do with bonds as blood. I have a beautiful family in blood — my sons check on me constantly to make sure I’m comfortable and safe…
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Sappy-ass 70s
Oh, do let’s not read another book about dying or near fatal health conditions. Cripe. I now realize that it’s unfortunate the books that were available to choose from as I prepared for this latest journey were all from the seventies. And come to think of it, maybe they’re not…
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Wait
Don’t give up. I’m still here. Getting an A+ from the docs and PTs and nurses and stuff. I’m doing well. I’m being a very good girl. Been too drugged/fatigued/compliant to read much so far, although I did get through The Silver Chair and Thursday’s Child. So, yeah, I’ll get…
At Least They're Committed 