I wake up and, for a moment, forget that my husband is sick and thousands of miles away from me. For a moment, that split second between asleep and awake, it feels like a normal day. It's nice, that split second. A phone call from my husband - "They're keeping me here" - and the … Continue reading Into the Sun: Santiago Part III
Something's wrong, he writes. This is how the spinning starts.
"Right this way," she says, holding her ipad in one hand and clutching her the zippered hoodie in the other. Today it is a different nurse that ushers us down a different hallway. We dutifully follow, but I glance to my right at the hallway we usually walk, the scale my husband usually steps on … Continue reading The Million Dollar Man
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I just don't like cancer, the voice says. Something distasteful. You're in this right now, we're not ....we just can't drop everything and be there for you. An inconvenience. That's what this disease is to some. *** Very well written, he writes, but our readers like content that's a little bit lighter, more up-lifting. Try … Continue reading Texas Stars & Songs to be Sung
The table is set, and our maid is furiously working in the kitchen to finalize the Thanksgiving prep. Through the embassy my husband secured a turkey, though I told him it was an exception made only for our guests. I close the glass french doors to the balcony; the sun streaming in on this hot … Continue reading Missing the Life
The rain falls sporadically in large drops on formal wear and the wind theatrically blows small yellow leaves through the courtyard of the textile museum as we watch the couple in front of us -- she in flowing ivory, he in a crisp suit -- read their vows. Occasionally she sneaks a glance at the … Continue reading A Thousand Paper Cranes