I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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Jan Shoemaker’s work has appeared in the Rambler and on National Public Radio. She lives in Okemos, Michigan, with the two important males in her life: her husband, Larry, who builds her fires and pours her wine, and their golden retriever, Atticus, who keeps her warm on the couch.
I was driving my mother from my sister Sue’s house to my own home last June when she said, “Sue has been my daughter her whole life. Why don’t I know her mother?”
One of the uncomfortable things about living with a person who suffers from Alzheimer’s is that it makes you confront your own character flaws.