Breathing my mother, breathing myself

Since my accident, I’ve been practising self-care. I take time. I allow for rest. I try to just be. But when my mother goes by ambulance to the hospital, time goes berserk. Will mom make it through surgery? Will she get out of the ICU? I’ve learned to breathe, and I find myself breathing my … Continue reading Breathing my mother, breathing myself


My dog days of summer

On a morning of non-stop drizzle, when everyone’s gone into town to find Wi-Fi, the dogs and I are having a nap. We’re holding down the summer fort, so to speak. Hanging out because, well, that’s how we roll. My sister’s golden retriever, Tekla, is blissed out under the red Ikea chair by the window. … Continue reading My dog days of summer