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brothers, part 25

Posted on March 8, 2020 by

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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things i wish i had said, part 84

Posted on February 16, 2020 by

“You just had a bad day. Keep practicing. Nothing is as easy as eating noodles.” — the prophet ha jin

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holding hands with the clock

Posted on February 13, 2020 by

And that old time feeling goes sneaking down the hall Like an old gray cat in winter, keeping close to the wall — the prophet guy clark You’re bumming about the day’s run. Uncle Hal has relegated it to a … Continue reading →

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carlos is alive and well in argentina

Posted on February 6, 2020 by

Not to yield says it all. the enduring, the surviving, does not stop with age. — the prophet sheehan I’m not sure about Uncle Hal. 35 bucks seems to have gotten me the running plan equivalent of Panda Express fortune … Continue reading →

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brothers, part 23

Posted on October 17, 2019 by

“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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brothers, part 22

Posted on October 14, 2019 by

we go to sonic for milkshakes. i ask if he wants vanilla or chocolate. he isn’t sure, so i order one of each. we stop at the park and sit on our bench. ducks are staging a parade for our … Continue reading →

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brothers, part 21

Posted on October 13, 2019 by

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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