Confronting fear and overcoming it…
Memoir-ies
It’s November 10 Again
{My mom died 18 years ago today. Forgive the maudlin?} I enter the muted waiting room as I’ve done year after year: nervous, winded after trying to find parking, praying. I take a seat at the desk as an empathetic female volunteer takes my ID and health history. Any breast cancer in the family?…Continue Reading
Another Chicago Story
My first attempt at parallel parking sucked. Although I’d lived in Chicago until my high school graduation, I didn’t go downtown much, so parking between tightly packed cars was never an issue. But now, newly returned to the Midwest several years after high school, I needed to learn to squeeze between two cars with millimeters to spare. That…Continue Reading
The Haircut
{This is free association writing. It was good and necessary for me to do, but if you’re looking for a point, I’m not sure it exists here. If I find it buried in these words somewhere one day, I’ll know why I wrote it.} He enters the house with the usual fanfare, carrying buckets…Continue Reading
