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brothers, part 25

If you’re a zipper, you don’t want to be around Rick these days. Fidgeting is an occupational hazard with dementia, a way of coping with the constant anxiety. For Rick, that means no zipper goes unpunished. He is a zipperholic, … Continue reading

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you can never have too much sky

the quote floats around in my head like a wayward balloon stuck in a tree at the mad dog playground. you can never have too much sky. It’s from a sandra cisneros story, or possible a mike tyson tattoo. i think it’s … Continue reading

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brothers, part 23

“I’m glad you’re here!” I was caught off guard as i walked back into the house after phoning Mo from the porch. He had been eating breakfast, saw me through the window, and came walking around to the door. I’m … Continue reading

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things i wish i had said, part 82

“Please understand, I’m still in here.” — Richard Taylor, dementia advocate

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brothers, part 21

He’s pacing around nervously. I don’t know what to do. So we go for a walk. But the magic is gone. He stays six paces behind me, wary of the stranger leading him to an uncertain future. We make the … Continue reading

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brothers, part 20

We’re listening to Lisa Bastoni on a chilly October morning. The dogs, in the next room, may or may not be creating mischief. We’re on the honor system here, and there is no honor among doggos. I’m flopped on the … Continue reading

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