Author: nlondon36

we are all saying please My granddaughter toddles to meet me when I arrive. I pick her up and she pats me on the back, reassuring me, letting me know that all is well, no matter that the wheels of my mind are spinning from the latest savage cruelty and violence. All is well, her … Continue reading we are all saying please

When I saw the small ad for a hospice social worker I was zapped, the current straight from the hand of the merciful goddess into my broken heart. It was the year after my mother’s suicide, and my intuition was screaming that only the dying could bring me out of the land of shadow, back … Continue reading soft candies and hard whiskey 

all sickness is homesickness, all roads lead back on a breadcrumb trail that the crows and sparrows have eaten. There is no clue, no feather, no cairn of stones set along the roadside marking the path because the path has been erased, your footsteps blown into oblivion by the wind whose job it is to … Continue reading all sickness is homesickness

Mama said there’d be days like this: days when you crack open one eye and the slate gray sky is pushing through the window, and your demons have let themselves in the back door and are sitting at the foot of your bed thumbing through the photo album of all your regrets, pointing them out … Continue reading mama said there’d be days like this

The things I carried from home: I dump my purse out onto the bed. What a mess. No wonder it’s so heavy. Definitely in need of sorting. To keep, to discard. Ok. My wallet, the eyeglasses I need for driving, four tubes of lipstick, all the same color that I bought before we moved which … Continue reading the things I carried from home