On Christmas Eve, my father had brain surgery, a quick procedure to drain a subdural hematoma. Instead, we started 2018 wondering whether my father would be with us much longer. Twelve hours after the hospital released Dad, he was back in the emergency room with stroke-like symptoms. The hospital helicopteredContinue Reading
I don’t have time to read these days, especially fiction. My weary brain struggles to process this bunion of information, dropped casually into conversation. As a fiction writer, such statements are bricks hurled at my head, dental drills applied to not-numb gums. Honesty flays me open, rearranges hurts, shreds myContinue Reading
Having spent much of the past eighteen months wondering whether I’d go blind or lose my mind, I’m thankful for what eyesight I have. Others may argue I lost my mind long ago. Whatever. Being thankful is the cornerstone of a happy life. Here’s my short gratitude list for 2017:Continue Reading