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Tale Tues: A Broken Wrist and Brilliant Fish

“Oh, look at that one!” My mother pointed a crooked arthritic finger at a brilliant blue-and-yellow fish circling the tank. I had wheeled my mother around so that she could face the voluminous salt-water tank, the centerpiece of the orthopedist’s … Continue reading

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Tale Tues: The Aide and Taking Sides

“You have to take my side. Why can’t you take my side?” It was my mother calling, around 10 pm. Boys were asleep. I’d been watching The Piano on my iPad. A movie where I could escape to New Zealand … Continue reading

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Tale Tues: Finding Peace in the Broken

“I’m alive!” It was 7 am. I had just poured my first cup of coffee when my mother called to report that “they” had been wrong: “They told me I was going to die, but I woke up this morning … Continue reading

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Stress and Germinating Grief

“You look tired.” This astute observation didn’t come from a friend or family member. Not from my husband, certainly not my boys who’ve been subsisting on candy canes off our Christmas tree; not from my mother’s new live-in aide who … Continue reading

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Tale Tues: My Mother’s Aide and Mayhem

There’s a stranger in my mother’s house. She greets me at the door in comfy moccasin slippers. As if she’s living there. Which she is. I enter the house as if I’m a true guest, rather than my mother’s daughter … Continue reading

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