by Jule Kucera | Sep 8, 2024 | Blog
What’s a medium supposed to look like? I had imagined flowing robes and crystals, but Maria Legget wore cargo pants and a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off her tattoos. Her white-gray hair was asymmetrically cut, buzzed on one side and flowy on the other. The room...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 1, 2024 | Blog
On Monday, I sat in a too-low chair in front of a too-big attorney’s desk to sign papers to sell Beloved Field. Scott was in the chair closest to the door, I was closest to the window, and Mike, his dad, was between us. I guessed Scott was in his 40s and Mike in his...
by Jule Kucera | Aug 25, 2024 | Blog
As my mom’s short-term memory softens, shrinks, and fades, other residents are taking up space in her mind. Criticism has given way to kindness. Anxiety has given way to acceptance. Depression (I think she was, back when she and Dad were still married) has given way...
by Jule Kucera | Aug 18, 2024 | Blog
I don’t know what I’m feeling. If the limbic system is wordless, then maybe I shouldn’t search for a label, but an image. I’m feeling ocean. I’m feeling ocean as it felt on the swim I took on Sunday afternoon, before we checked out of the hotel Monday morning. The...
by Jule Kucera | Aug 11, 2024 | Blog
Last week, I posted this image: Earlier in the week, I worked on a powerpoint deck that included this image: Both these photos can make me cry. Let me explain. The headshot is of me in 2015, shortly after having my thyroid removed. I’m wearing a wig because that...
