WRITER * ARTIST * DOCTOR * PATIENT * MOTHER
“Mary is sharp as a tack!,” my grandmother marveled, “And she’s excited to meet you.” We walked down the quiet carpeted hall of my grandmother’s retirement community toward Mary’s apartment. She opened the door, eyes bright and snow-white hair coiffed into a chignon. “Welcome! Always good to meet another doctor,” she exclaimed, “Though it’s…
The early spring breeze rustled the edges of my skirt as I stood high above the street waiting for the train. It was the first warmth Chicago had seen that year. I felt free, finally leaving home the layers the winter frost had required. I was heading downtown for dinner with my teacher colleagues. Our…