Looks like I have some more letters to write. So, without further adieu, let’s get right down to it, shall we? Dear I Can’t Sleep, Why do you wake me up in the middle of the night for no apparent … Continue reading →
Happy 90th, Mama.
I wasn’t ready for you to go. None of us were. But the hard part–and it was achingly, stabbing-pain hard–was that by the time you died you were already gone. Alzheimer’s had stolen your memory, your thoughts and your good sense, leaving you vacantly confused, and the light in you snuffed out. Continue reading →