Rats from Heaven

Rats from Heaven

Dispatch from the Department of Synchronicity Dateline: New York City As I stood on the platform waiting for the uptown Q train on a Saturday afternoon in August, I couldn’t help but think about my mother. That’s not least bit unusual. My mother, who died about...

Morning Light (A Corner View* Post)

Just as my mother began to slip into the morass of forgetfulness and confusion that we later learned was Alzheimer’s Disease, she wrote the following paragraphs, which I saved along with her other computer files that she had hoped one day to craft into a memoir. These...

Crazy Good: Dreaming of Mom

I had a crazy dream the other night. I dreamed my mother called me on the phone and we were laughing and talking. Which might not sound so strange to you. After all, people dream of all kinds of crazy things—like flying through the tree tops, or showing up in high...

Sacred Space (CV*)

From the department of Waking Dreams   “Where are we?” my mother asks. “Riverside Park,” I say. I am holding her right hand as we walk beneath golden-leaved trees on a cool, sunny fall afternoon. “Where are we?” she asks again. “We’re walking along the Hudson...

Mother Sits

Alone at the table Too tired To do her job And so, the fresh Cut flowers are not In vases brightening The dreary rooms This is one house She won’t decorate Into cheerfulness. Those days, it seems, Are...