I’d never met this doctor, so I was unprepared for his hurried and noisy entrance into the room where I had been waiting for him. It’s not called “the waiting room” for no reason. I’d been ushered into the room by the nurse who asked me my name, birthday, medications, and then promised, “the doctor will be in shortly.” Continue reading
Tattoo Trauma
I didn’t think she’d agree to it – my granddaughter. Months earlier I endured facial surgery to remove what we thought was an unexpected birthmark, which instead turned out to be skin cancer.
Originally 16-year-old Sophie told me my ‘birthmark’ was cute. “Looks like a heart, Madre,” she exclaimed, even though it was centered on my nose. After the surgeon removed the “heart” and the cancer was eradicated, I joked with Sophie, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to get a tattoo of a heart – you and me.” Continue reading
Unannounced Visitors
I’m ambivalent about the scene at my front door.
Do I want them to come back?
And by saying “them” I don’t mean the parents. These visitors are the new generation. Yet they return to the scene of their parents’, ahem, indiscretions. I blush. I know the couple who came last year were monogamous. They met, they mated, and then they created a soft comfy home for their offspring.
The Eight-Armed Nanny
If only Mombo had not disappeared. If only the best Nanny I had from babyhood ‘til 14 years of age had stuck around for my high school graduation. For my college graduation. And how about my doctorate celebration?
Of course, my doctorate thesis is “The Disappearance of Octopuses from 2100 to …?” Continue reading
A Dreamy Spring Break
I read the brochure and wonder: Dare I? Dare I not? This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to go away without really going away at all.
Or, well, going far away to a destination unknown by taking a 15-minute drive to a tiny shop called “Dreamscapes.” Continue reading
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