Death, Grief, and Dementia

This morning I had to tell Mom that one of her oldest and closest friends (I’ll call her Mary) had passed away. I wasn’t sure how she’d take it. I wasn’t even sure if I should tell her at all. Mom’s short-term memory is so poor that she may likely forget Mary is dead and […]

My Grandmother’s Hands

Yesterday, June 6th, was my grandmother’s birthday. In honor of this wonderful woman, I’m posting a short essay I wrote around Valentine’s Day in 2015. I looked down upon my hand poised over my keyboard and saw a hand familiar but not mine. The hand had an agedness—an oldness. No more a young, fleshy, supple […]


“Walks on his own, with thoughts he can’t help thinking. Future’s above, but in the past he’s slow and sinking. Caught a bolt of lightning. Cursed the day he let it go.” Nothingman—Pearl Jam On this the 22st anniversary of my father’s death, I’m thinking of him. Truth be told, I’ve probably been thinking about […]

Occasionally Assorted Nonsense – The Last In Line

“We’ll know for the first time, If we’re evil or divine.”          The Last In Line          —Dio I am the last of my line. Strictly speaking, that is not entirely true. My brother and I are the last of our line. He and I are both unmarried and childless, and not likely to correct […]

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