Category Archives: Food for the Sick the Tired and the Lonely

Sleeping in a Bed of Incense

Oh someone is breathing down my back again.  Sending icy chills down my spine.   I can feel them even in my stomach, lungs and heart.  What’s left. This dark dark week when I feel like I’ve already been sent to … Continue reading

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When Your Mother Had Holes in Her Socks

I woke up at 3:00 a.m. today.  And I don’t know anymore if today is really today. What is today.  Not even sure it merits a period or a question mark.  Or maybe just a blank space.   All the … Continue reading

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Martini Morning

It’s April 9.  There was that thing I was supposed to do about Christmas.  There was that thing I was supposed to do about Easter.   I will get to it.  And then maybe I will understand something. Christmas has come … Continue reading

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Food for the Sick the Tired and the Lonely

I ran out of butter.  I wondered how I could possibly eat my toast this morning. Because this was a day I had to have eggs, butter and toast. When I saw there was no butter, I didn’t exactly panic, … Continue reading

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