Perception
I am back in the infusion center. I spend a lot of time here, not particularly by choice. Two days ago, it was as though all the lights on the dashboard went out at the same time, except I am talking about my poor, overtaxed body, not my car. Labs revealed what I had already suspected: my blood has tanked. So here I sit for a series of transfusions to build me back up as I prepare for the next treatment. It seems ironic that I am being fortified only to collapse again, but I
My Momma Could Fold a Fitted Sheet
I recently read a magazine article written by a woman in her late twenties lamenting that “lifetime achievement awards” were only granted to older folks with long, established careers. I had to chuckle at the logic: how else can you amass a body of work significant enough to merit recognition if you haven’t lived? When I think of growing older, my thoughts turn to my mother. To me, she was quite beautiful, reminding me of Polly Bergen, a starlet in the 60’s. (Google her.) Of
