The funeral director wore a yellow tie emblazoned with clocks. Clocks. Every single clock stated that is was three o’clock. I don’t know if it was AM or PM but all I took away from the experience of the yellow tie was “your time is up.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that tie. […]

Get Well Soon

I watched a shadow dance across the wall of mom’s intensive care unit. It was soothing – much nicer than looking at my mother’s terribly swollen hands, the IV’s that angrily poked into areas surrounded by bright blue and purple bruises, or the tubes that snaked in through her mouth to help her breathe. Yes, […]