by lori | Apr 29, 2021 | Acceptance, Aging Gratefully, Alzheimer's, Content, Culture Shift, Essays, Flash, Getting Lost, Gratitude, Grief, Neighbors, Pain, Pandemic, Poetry, Respite, Stillness, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Uncategorized, Wayfinding, Women, Writing
1. Our flags always fly at half-mast now.Wide and unhealed wounds on high for the world to seeflap dripping loss and pus rains down into the public square. Below themwhite men, whips still in handand a few hard-yoked women, their heads downplodding alongfacing only... by lori | Sep 7, 2020 | Alzheimer's, Beauty, Content, Culture Shift, Feelings, Gratitude, Grief, Grief and Loss, Here and now, Love, Magic, Nature, Neighbors, Pain, Pandemic, Poetry, Respite, Wonder
This is for Bayo, who prompts me to be more honest and open, more me, and to let go into becoming more us… Some friends are saddened right now by humanity’s apparent reactionary rush to re-occupy familiar ways during this Covid-19 global pandemic (known as... by lori | Jan 14, 2016 | Aging Gratefully, Alzheimer's, Here and now, Poetry, Respite
I move in the world a changed being now being now today the yellow grass in the field up the hill is bowing to the rain the sea and the land and the sky cede their colors into fog becoming one passing waxwings eat red berries off the vine, laugh at the cat through the... by lori | Nov 30, 2015 | Alzheimer's, Care Partnering, Caregiving, Grief, Here and now, Love, Poetry
This is the week Mom can no longer recall her own last name our last name This is the week Mom can no longer answer simple verbal questions such as “Do you want a blanket?” without accompanying gestures and visuals This is the week Mom can no longer follow... by lori | Aug 11, 2015 | Alzheimer's, Care Partnering, Content, Here and now, Poetry, the Void
so welcome here sitting in the sun at a rusty table lunch with caregivers in front of Useless Bay sparrows bathe in dust at our feet fluff and primp without shame we admire the audacity together we swing across Alzheimer’s through marriage troubles creative projects... by lori | Jul 8, 2015 | Alzheimer's, Caregiving, Content, Here and now, Poetry, Women
I break my heart each morning so there is room for her her memory and story her history inside of me disease that slowly separates her away from her beyond disease a slow release of precious self to daughters mom we broke ourselves each morning let our hearts be...