Today I learned that a two-inch-long piece of Scotch tape is capable of knocking the wind out of a full-grown orphan. Bittersweet surprise.
This road, this sky, these errands kept me going last summer while my mother was dying. Just a two-lane road off the highway, it was the route I took to pick up the medications that hospice ordered for her. For the last two months of her life, I would stop the car, get out, take a photo with my phone each time the sky said HOPE.
07/100 I was six and digging a hole at the beach when I unearthed the top part of a pair of dentures. Holding them was not so much the horror as was my worry, for days, about the one who could not eat popcorn or whistle his dog home.