In Sickness and In Health
It was shocking to me how much his blood smelled like mine. That two people who were so different could also be so identical in this strange way seemed absurd… Could I be the Jackie O. to his JFK? Holding his hand one day and his head the next?
On the Front Porch, Looking In
In the frustration of selling a home and the constant rejection of trying to buy a new one, a rocking chair became my silent protest and in it, I found a slowness and stillness I could never have found otherwise.