The old man sat cuddled under the flowery duvet, only his head sticking out. At first I was sure the bed was empty and I would have to come back to serve the meal. This wasn’t a typical hospital room…
The Old Man Under The Duvet: A Memory
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Quiet Mornings
I didn’t sleep very well last night- kept waking up randomly. I finally gave up an hour before my alarm goes off at 7:30 am this morning. My husband looked like he had seen a ghost since I am NEVER up at the same time as him. I know a lot of you probably get …
Remembering Leonard Cohen
When I was younger, a toddler even, my parents (especially my mom) would play Leonard Cohen on the stereo while she cleaned during the week. We often played his music on Sundays- our day to play loud music and read or bake. Music was our religion since my mom is agnostic and my dad is …