Watching him gag to withhold the puke. He sweats, clears the phlegm. He blows his nose. Deep breaths In out, in out. Sigh. Back to our conversation. He apologizes for being gross As we share another story from the joys of our childhood. Another five minutes of talk, Serious and fun, Tears and laughter. The gagging returns. I pause Waiting for him to clear the pain again. I finish my lunch. He gets a box to eat later Unable to ingest at this time. We decide on a fresh air walk....

Just because I have an idea Does not mean it is a good idea. Just because my idea is a good one Does not mean it is the only good one....

When I got the news that Mom passed away My being filled with such richness of emotion “How do I feel?” I was asked, and I could not say....