We watch her chest slowly rise and fall and then stop. We freeze. Tears spring to our eyes. Silence deafens us. Our faces crumble. Our lips quiver and our hearts break. We hesitantly look at each other.
And then she breaths again.
There is nothing to writing. Just sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway
We watch her chest slowly rise and fall and then stop. We freeze. Tears spring to our eyes. Silence deafens us. Our faces crumble. Our lips quiver and our hearts break. We hesitantly look at each other.
And then she breaths again.
COVID SURVIVOR (Part 1) Sharp knives of light and energy penetrate every pore on my scalp. Underneath the daggers plays a constant hum. It does not pulsate. It does not waiver. It is a steady overall explosion of my brain in technicolor.
COVID – THE FLOOD (Part 2) I wash my hands, COVID precaution, even though I already have it. Have to be responsible. I step out of the bathroom on to my squishy carpet. Funny I didn’t notice that when I waddled in here. I walk upstairs and walk on water toward the kitchen. I find water cascading out from under our kitchen sink. I am so confused.
Continued from Part 2 Our appointment is at 6 pm. We are early. Old people are like that. I am not sure when I got old, but there you have it. We snake around the empty hospital parking lot, questioning where to go. “Are we suppose to go to the emergency room?” I weakly ask, …
Continued from COVID SURVIVOR (part 3) When I was a child, my parents, two sisters, and I built a cabin in the California redwoods. Mostly it was my father and his best friend, Al Guerin. It is on a 1/4 acre hill lot. The cabin sits high, so you feel like you are in a …
What do you think has been accomplished now that the FBI has reopened the background investigation on Judge Kavanaugh? Really. It appears that the Democrats seem validated. The Republicans, who fought so hard against the investigation seem…. indifferent. The FBI will interview Kavanaugh and Ford collaborators. These interviews will focus only on the current allegations …
“Mom, Tyler asked if you were old yet. He said he can’t imagine you ever getting old.” My 32-year-old son was visiting an old neighborhood friend on a recent out of state trip. This was part of their conversation. At first I was amused because, well, girls just want to have fun. But I haven’t …
Choices. It isn’t always about the lesser of two evils, but right now it sure feels that way. We all, hopefully, have a wide range of friends with an equally wide range of political views. Perhaps some civilly discuss their differing views, but that has not been my experience. Some may invest the time and …
I’ve been writing. And I’ve come to understand the importance of writing every day. You risk losing the flow of writing in the absence of the daily current. In re-reading this script, well, it, the story feels choppy, kind of like riding through river rapids. It can be exhilarating, but you can also get off …
Saturday, Ciera and I watched Pride and Prejudice for her birthday. My girls and I kind of like that movie. It went along with what I’ve been thinking a lot about lately. This thing called love. And I readily admit I am a little slow on the uptake so forgive me, but…. My thoughts begin …