Mother Steel & Marlo Thomas

  I worry that we have only changed out addictions. Traded in the packs of smokes for boxes of nicotine gum and increasingly larger doses of morphine that appears to offer very little pain relief. I fight this urge to walk up to completely random people and lecture them about the evils of smoking. I [Read More…]

Losing Mama

I walked 20 steps, from Mama’s bedroom to the laundry room. Mama was sitting on the bed when I left. I was gone all of three minutes. When I came back Mama was gone. Since she’s been off the chemo and on the steroids, Mama thinks she’s Arnold Studnegger. She moves lickety-quick, holding on to [Read More…]