A Motorcade, Roxie & A Correction

A Motorcade, Roxie & A Correction

This morning, walking Roxie on our route through International Friendship Park, the sun lower in the sky than yesterday, I stopped to talk with what appeared to be the supervisor of a construction crew, since he gestured while everyone else worked. The man had a...
The Land Deal Story, part 3

The Land Deal Story, part 3

Scott and his dad were less interested in this part of the story, so I was less interested in telling them. I’d rather tell you. Sometimes I wake up knowing things. It’s not like I had a revelation, it’s more like I remembered something I read somewhere, sometime...
The Land Deal Story, part 2

The Land Deal Story, part 2

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...
The Land Deal Story, part 1

The Land Deal Story, part 1

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...
The Upside of a Dementia

The Upside of a Dementia

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...
Wave Feelings

Wave Feelings

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...
Jule Kucera