WRITER * ARTIST * DOCTOR * PATIENT * MOTHER
“With a child, time is fluid. It can surge with a springy quickness – a new word each day, pants abruptly too short, crawling that becomes standing, walking, running all within weeks. Or it can meander with a syrupy slowness, the world captured in a day.” From my latest piece has been published by Narratively….
“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…