Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Two years ago this — Helen and I kept vigil through the night with my mother. Helen had snapped this picture while I was dozing. I went home in the wee hours, grabbed a little sleep, then went back to the hospital to relieve… Continue Reading “It’s November 3rd, That’s Why”
One by one they took my hand. “I’m Sally, Stewart’s sister,” I would say. Then they would tell me their name and how they knew Stewart. From the food bank. “I volunteered with Stewart at the food bank. We could always count on him.”… Continue Reading “The Receiving Line”
