Savoring the dregs

“That sense of loss is exactly what we must anticipate, prepare for, and cherish to the last of our days.” It’s getting harder and harder to find the humor in my father’s long farewell. He can barely speak above a whisper now. He’s...

A tick full of anvils

“I see my light come shining From the west onto the east. Any day now, any day how, I shall be released.” DooDaddy has been having lots of peculiar dreams lately, About being places and not being able to do things. I think these are anxiety dreams about...