My mother’s advanced dementia has caused her physical life to become limited due to her lack of balance and resulting falls. The last fall caused a broken hip, leading to her current stay in a care facility. As I travel back and forth to that facility, I listen to Rebecca Solnit’s essays from the Faraway
Most days, my normal life of self-reflection is tranquil and without stress. I’m less prone to anger and anxiety than when I had a full-time job. I eagerly begin my day, setting and achieving my own goals. Occasionally, detours arise, as when my father needed surgery and I had to care for my mother at
It’s April 9th. April, not March as I was thinking it was a few moments ago. I lost March somehow. That’s the problem with isolation.
