Circus 2020

Circus 2020 This is my comfort, then. The tattered red robe never worn so much. The tea grown tepid in my constant distraction. The dogs’ deep existential sigh, Her head lolling in my lap. She eyes the rabbits who roam so free out the window. Envious, yet too lazy to rise and bark fruitlessly at…

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Words That Build.

  Thursday, and I’m spending the day at Mt. Zion/UCSF Hospital, for a myriad of appointments (all fine. Diagnosis= aging.)  I’m a well experienced medical appointment attendee: my mother had a chronic illness from the time I was born until she passed when I was thirty, and my daughter also manages (with grace) a difficult…

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