When I read someone else’s memoirs of their sister, I run a mental commentary alongside their words. If this weren’t a library book, if it was my own paperback copy, perhaps I would scribble my reactions in the margins. Describing the author and her sister’s matching outfits in 1960s style, and recalling the fact thatContinue reading “sisterhood”
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haiku 143
Lost my mind again Let me know if you happen to see it go by
intermission
Amanda stumbled into her darkened kitchen, yawning profusely. Momentarily forgetting where she had stored the coffee beans, she fumbled for the light switch and toggled it, thanking Thomas Edison for his perseverance with designing a functional source of artificial home lighting. Illumination flooded the room in milliseconds. Approaching the kitchen counter and installing a freshContinue reading “intermission”
remember?
Recently I was thinking about March Madness and how “basketball is a religion” back home. Although I don’t particularly follow sports, I’ve always held a memory of the state high school hoops championship game from my senior year. Our high school was a basketball powerhouse, and our team advanced to the high school Final FourContinue reading “remember?”
haiku 43
The noun escapes me — Describe it — talk around it. Brain fog settles in.
tailgate tale
Things that make you go “hmmm…” Thinking about the multitude of meanings that a small word can carry. Take, for instance, “tailgate.” Sometimes you can associate a word with “good,” “bad,” or “indifferent” memories. Good memory of a Tailgate = Riding in the back of my grandparents’ pickup truck. My older sister & I wouldContinue reading “tailgate tale”
Haiku 7
My yard floods again. Dad would say, “At least we don’t have to shovel it.”
fog
Memory’s obscured Wait a sec, I’ll think of it Lost the note I wrote
The Fog
Many people, I suppose, have experienced what it is to be standing onstage behind a thick, weighty velvet curtain. So, imagine what it feels like to tug on the ropes of the curtain’s edge, doing your very best to open it up… and it just…won’t… move…. That’s one way that I can describe chemo brain.Continue reading “The Fog”
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