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I
have to remember the eggs, eggs and the bread. The thin bread I like for sandwiches.
Oh, also, I need more orzo; I finished that little bit that w..
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People
lie. It is something we all do. We lie with good intentions, cruel intentions
and everything in between. We lie to protect those we love from..
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As I walk down the stairs so familiar to me, my innards coil around and
around into tight springs. My lungs cry out as if I have denied them air for
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As I round the corner I let my mind
wander… hospitals are far too white,
white walls, white coats, white sheets, white and sickly people. The..
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You forget your keys,
to feed the cat, to close the garage door. They tell you it is Alzheimer’s.
You forget those
important dates, the set..
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This is not a self experience piece
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I reach out and pause, my fingers hovering tentatively from
what I assume is just centimeters above her face.
I reach up and gingerly wrapped..
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It was one of those
days, so dark and glum out it seemed as if the sun had forgotten the earth. The
streets were quiet and deserted. Heaters..
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