“Bed alarm” – a poem in my father’s voice
Published on the Feminine Collective I don’t tremble, but they assume I’m Katherine Hepburn’s kind.We share our Parkinson’s frozen mask, expressionless, involuntarydeceit of emotion. My shuffling gait halts while I…
Are you sacrificing the peace within you to keep the peace around you?
Over the years I’ve noticed that my threshold for dealing with drama is remarkably low. Not that sort of “oh I’m getting older and less patient” low. I mean that…