"Your pictures rob her of dignity," someone white says, because to them there is no dignity in aging, and especially not in dying. To me, dignity is nearly all Maurie Jo has left.
The point of Ramadan is the struggle
I mourned New York, the relationship, my friend.
He looked up and caught my eye and we both smiled at each other. I made a mental note to check missed connections when I got home.
To cure the soul by means of the senses, and the senses by means of the soul
I’m remarkably okay with staying right where I am for as long as I need to be here.
Twelve years on benzodiazepines