A Christmas Eve Visit

You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect family Christmas Eve. There was a way too big fire in the family room, the family fav Christmas movie was on TV and everyone, (including the girls) were sipping some hopped up egg…

You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect family Christmas Eve. There was a way too big fire in the family room, the family fav Christmas movie was on TV and everyone, (including the girls) were sipping some hopped up egg…

A wooden duck. A tin man paddling a canoe. Photographs, a clock, a plate from China, a train set. They all mean something. They’re more than just material stuff. When I look at these things synapses fire, memories flood. So…

You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect family Christmas Eve. There was a way too big fire in the family room, the family fav Christmas movie was on TV and everyone, (including the girls) were sipping some hopped up egg…

I run because because I’m frightened. I run because I’m being chased. Always adjusting. Always coping. Always running. Packing experiences into every open space. I wish someone could hug me. I can’t let go of impossible. You’ll leave me. I’ll…

They’ll tell you to take it easy To slow down To be careful You’re not what you once were You could hurt yourself Or others You’re vulnerable You’re harder to teach Naturally You should get rid of some of that…

Ernie scanned the room for what seemed like the millionth time. He was struggling to remember…anything. Lucidity came and went and he was looking for clues to fill in the ever growing gaps in his memory. But he didn’t see…