Dementia
The Naked Truth
I’m naked!Can’t you see? Naked as a jaybird,exposed,unclothed,reporting for duty.Naked as I came.Naked as I will go. No! You’re wearing yourNavy pants and blue-striped shirt.Can’t
December 1, 2025
I’m naked!Can’t you see? Naked as a jaybird,exposed,unclothed,reporting for duty.Naked as I came.Naked as I will go. No! You’re wearing yourNavy pants and blue-striped shirt.Can’t
I am a pathological liar. I stand by my superior ability to fabricate the truth, to create a false narrative, to lie on command. And
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My mom had very small hands. Yet, I was excited when my hands were as big as hers. Mom’s hands were dainty, but she didn’t
I had reservations about transitioning into my forties. Everyone offered worst-case scenarios about what to expect, from needing reading glasses to predicting the weather with
1. Here’s a piece of advice. While spending the afternoon with your dying father, don’t ask Alexa to play the songs of Judy Collins which, once
The preceding is an excerpt from Available As Is: A Midlife Widow’s Search for Love published by She Writes Press. Copyright 2022. Used with permission. No one
The preceding is an excerpt from Available As Is: A Midlife Widow’s Search for Love published by She Writes Press. Copyright 2022. Used with permission. In the
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I originally wrote this piece in October 2016 as a guest blogger for the Olivia Newton-John Blog LivOn. Her team requested that I