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It’s a thing, this grieving
It’s a thing, smelling the clothes of a loved one who has recently died. I’ve found myself smelling my Mother’s clothes more than once. It started just before she passed away. I had just stepped out of the shower, and hanging on the back of the bathroom door was her red flannel nightshirt. I held… Read more
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A Protective Vigil
Excerpts from my nightly journal entries. As I sit listening to my Mom’s favorite music, and the rhythmic hum and exhale of an oxygen machine, my mother rests in the living room thats lit only by soft orange candle light. I write, I prayer, I hold her hand, and watch closely for her last breath… Read more
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an unrequited love
each time I sip Scotch or an Irish whiskey I give a silent toast in honor of you and the day you cheated death with the help of some friends of the Diptera clan. Read more
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This is Cancer
Shock, confusion, disbelief, sadness, a weird sense of graditude for the experience, tears, empathy, anger, extraordinary love and rare beautiful moments of time that shape us… the moments of time that reveal the beauty, depth and capacity of our love, our love for family, for our parents, for life. I did it. I had an… Read more
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Mom – The 1st 48 hours
My mother, Linda has been diagnosed with cancer. Lung cancer, as well as a large tumor attached to her kidney and adrenal gland. I’ve been aware of this invasion in my mother’s body and in the body of our family for about 48hrs. Her prognosis has yet to be determined. We are waiting. Waiting to… Read more
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My Love is…
“but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysical dilemma i havent conquered yet. do you see the point?my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender, my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face… My love is TOO DELICATE to have thrown… Read more
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