They were sitting on their little toddler beds the first time I heard one of them say it. “I don’t like Black people.” said my 3-year-old daughter. I was horrified. I searched through the crevasses of my mind trying to determine where she could have picked up something like that. A moment later, one of […]
“You’ll have to forgive me.” says my 85 year old Nana on the phone. I couldn’t go out to get you a Valentine’s Day card. I wince at the words. She tells me that it is hard for her to get out now. Now that she is old. Wince. Now that she uses a walker.
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It started with a pain running down my leg and across my back. At first I hardly noticed it, but later the pain grew. I noticed that I would look with dread upon life’s smallest inconveniences, such as dropping a pencil, or after getting into bed, if I forgot to turn the light out, I
I drag my king size mattress to the curb. Depressing. I drag the remnants of my disassembled king size bed frame to the curb. More Depressing! Each piece of bed is a sad reminder that I sleep alone. I don’t always sleep alone. Sometimes one of my 9 year old sons wanders into my room
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