Heaven on Parkchester Drive

Shawshank

There are stacks of books on my mother’s dressers, piles of books on her bedside table, and another stash of books inside the pouch of her walker-on-wheels. The trouble is she can’t read any of the books — the brain tumors have robbed her of one of her greatest enjoyments — reading. So the reading of [Read More...]

When I lay dying, read me Flannery

Flannery

When I am dying do not read to me books of heaven and the people who have visited there. I don’t want to hear their same-song tales of being blinded by the light or lulled into a peace beyond any which they have ever known before. Read to me instead the stories from Flannery. Tell me of [Read More...]

Dawn of a New Birthday

Birthday Dawn

    The dawn of this day began with a flight west. Headed home. Home used to be the place where my mother lived, but that was decades ago. Before she up and moved off West. She was trying to stay a step ahead of grief. She thought if she could walk faster, move quicker, [Read More...]


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