Okay. Here goes. This is project #1 of my new endeavor: Blending my love of writing with my doll making.... "Tomato Soup" Stan stared at his wife across the table, noticing for the first time that her sweater was on inside out. Every morning he would lay out her clothes on the bed in a specific order, so she’d know which item to put on first. But it didn’t guarantee how Ida would put on each piece. He’d have to pay more attention before they went out. Their usual waitress, Sarah, appeared, holding a large tray holding two cups of tea. “How y’all doin’ today?” With Alzheimer’s disease, there were good days, and then there were challenging days. It was a challenging day. Ida was preoccupied, scrubbing a stain on the wooden table with her finger, forgetting it was a permanent fixture of their booth. They’d been lunching at this diner once a week for years. That blemish had been there since day one. “Today’s actually a very special day for us. It’s our fifty-seventh wedding anniv...
I write to remember, to question, and to connect. Here you’ll find essays, stories, and fragments of life — all the ways I try to make sense of the world, one sentence at a time.