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Dementia

There is but a shadow, a wisp, a hint of the vibrancy she once possessed. The grip and the hugs are still strong, desperate almost, as if clinging to hope.   But the mind, ah, the mind slumbers. There is … Continue reading

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Glass Darkly

That blank stare, What’s your name, honey? I’m Steven, mom, your little pillow, remember? I have a son named Steven. I used to call him my little pillow, because he was a soft and pudgy baby, and would let me … Continue reading

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