Grateful in the Great Wide Open

Not so very long ago, I railed regularly against the happenings in my life. I thought if I could just use that Midwestern gumption I was raised with, I could corral life into the direction I had planned. Life, it turns out, cannot be corralled. If anything, it corrals us again and again—only releasing us…

Why not this year, my dear?

Tell me. Tell me again, dear, why this cannot be your year. Speak to me of how good girls don’t claim the brass ring. I need a good chuckle. Because yes, I will chuckle. Do you not know your good awaits? It awaits you. You feeling worthy of it. You having the skills to handle…

Resolutions and such

Fair warning to those who are resolving fervently at this time of year—you’ll find no sympathetic ear here. It’s not that I don’t applaud your intentions. I do, usually. Losing weight, being nicer to your family, getting to the gym five days per week—they’re all worthy of polite applause. It is, rather, that as I…

Befores and Afters: Conclusion

When you return to your mother at the hospice, she is visibly changed. You are with her on one of her worst days; the whole day she is grabbing at her clothes and you, trying to get out of bed, frantic to go, not at all lucid. On your last visit, you were able to…