Monthly Archives: January 2014


I remember the scent of beer was light on his breath, like stale crackers, and his whiskers scratched against my skin.  He didn’t have teeth, and each day as we left him I feared so much getting a kiss from … Continue reading

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Annie, one of the more lucid residents, tells me that mom sleeps every night upright on the couch in the television lounge, holding a towel. After one whole year at the facility, she still will not sleep in her bed, … Continue reading

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