Thursday, January 17, 2019 – Tapestry

It’s cliche, but at some point it becomes reality, and doctors start looking like they’re teenagers. We’re in a specialist’s office and he has just discussed a course of treatment. He picks up a little voice recorder and dictates notes that will be transcribed into my husband’s chart later (I know this because he indicates,

Closing Out

Our home feels different this morning. It is the first morning since before Christmas that it’s just been the two of us (three of us, if you count Maya) waking up. It has been a full and joyous season, but I am looking forward to a good measure of silence, solitude, and stillness. I’m going

Fat and Festive

It’s late, and I’m late here. I woke a bit too early even for me and, resigned, went back to sleep. I knew it meant I’d wake later than I like for the day, but at least I won’t be ready for bed at supper time. (Or maybe I will. Sometimes I am.) Today, a