She remembers me
She remembers me
From long ago
A stranger, yet a friend
She says she was there
The day the war ended.
I don’t remember her. Read the rest of this entry »
She remembers me
From long ago
A stranger, yet a friend
She says she was there
The day the war ended.
I don’t remember her. Read the rest of this entry »
Houston Journal, 19 June 1998: Every time I come Diane is a little less alive in her bodily functions. This time feels very heavy—the hospital bed feels like the beginning of the end. On the TV today they were talking about an ALS cure by 2000. I don’t think Diane will make it that long. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m feeling raw today.
Best to start with
A Reality Check Read the rest of this entry »
That’s how I’d headline my teenage and young adult approach to making decisions. Safe, not sorry! I still carry remnants of this in me, even though I know nothing is necessarily safe, and there’s no guarantee I’ll never be sorry. Life isn’t safe; Read the rest of this entry »