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... by lori | Aug 30, 2012 | Benefits, Community, Learning as, TGQ
I was part of a discussion this week within which this question–asked by my friend Flemming Funch of France–came up. Beyond the sheer amazingness that is Flemming himself, as a writer I intend to always stay close to him for the ample alliteration...