I am not claustrophobic yet cannot imagine swimming in a fishbowl while big moon faces peer in, gigantic shapes that block the sun with their useless gaping mouths sucking oxygen from the room, stubby fingers tapping ripples through the glass. I wanted to make life better (for a while) and save your tiny world with …
I tell my clients On bad days Don’t worry it’s A maintenance day, Tread water And try to stay afloat Or ride the wave You cannot fight, Do just enough To get through And no more. But — What do I tell myself On bad days?
I sent my son to school today despite the fact that he woke up feeling nauseous, sick enough that he couldn’t eat his breakfast. “Maybe it’s nerves.”, I suggested unconvincingly. “Try some deep belly breaths.” He had an outing today, an outdoor activity, the kind of thing that would normally cause him some anxiety. The …
They said two boxeswould be enoughto transport thirty years ofagenda books,exercise programs,andthank you cardsfrom people who have since died. I took three insteadout of respectfor the dead.
This past Saturday, I called my ex-husband to advise him about a birthday party our son was invited to because it is during his week-end on. The exchange was pleasant enough and as I said good-bye, I heard him start to say something, but it was too late, I had already hung up. A few seconds …
My head hurtsAs I straighten myMisshapen sofaLumpy, bumpyDeformed PermanentlyPressedBy the weightOf bodies andLifeThe heavinessOf stinkingThinkingMinds.
Marry me, He said To the Princess Bride I will always come for you, But one day he didn’t So she started reading Horror genre instead. Marry me, Said the first boy She ever touched down there I will love you forever, ‘Till he cheated on her With a true love He didn’t marry either. …
When I was asked to pray for someone dear to me a couple of weeks ago, I was struck by the fact that I have no God to pray to. That combination of no God coupled with too much medical knowledge makes me abandon hope and imagine the worst when faced with imminent loss. I did …
My son’s occupational therapist died last Thursday. His name was Jeff and he was only 23. Around the time he should have been at our house, as he had every week for the past two years, I sat my son down on the sofa and told him that his friend and mentor was gone. “Jeff …
“Au cours de ma grossesse, je m’attendais à un garçon aux yeux bleus, qui excellerait au hockey et qui apprendrait à jouer du violon salon la méthode Suzuki. Au lieu de cela, j’ai eu un garçon aux yeux bruns, qui tenait dans ses mains une feuille de paper avec Plan B écrit sur elle et …
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