Monthly Archives: February 2012

Barbara comes on Friday

–       Barbara comes on Friday. He says. Grouchy makes Friday dinners for Dad. Whether I’m in Vancouver or on the island, Barbara is my Friday night respite care. –       I have a love story to tell you when I get … Continue reading

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“Sgt. Major, Be a Mother to Me”

He answers the phone, out of breath. –       Did you put your patch on today? I ask. – Mm hmm. He says. –       You did? – Mm hmm. He pauses, then says, – I’ll go check. The mainland is an … Continue reading

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Baba Who?

–       Would you like some tea, Dad? –       If you can spare it, Mrs. Ormiston. He says, mimicking memories of his paternal grandmother driving his mother nuts. His hands reach for his neck, his head and body shoot backwards, his … Continue reading

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Aging in Place

–      You’re always changing things. He says. –      Less change than a nursing home, Dad. He fingers me from behind, leaving the kitchen. According to the Internet, I am assisting my father to Age in Place. I move at a … Continue reading

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