My sister has pulled herself out of a life of drug addiction and street living. In her sixties she finally managed to kick the habit and now lives in assisted living for the elderly in a nice little apartment, enjoying her life. She loves a visit, a meal out, getting her hair done, or just … Continue reading My sister keeps living and loving
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Looking back as a an older parent, I see that it was a gift for all of us. For me to have an illness that could be cured by love and hot drinks.
Found: Old Poetry
Crazy Kate My sister, sweet soul, deer doe eyed beauty. Vain selfish fancy- Full lovely girl. You always laugh until you cry. I wish you were still, All there. Black moth on the fridge, Fluttering and fragile, blown in by the storm, Stark against the antiseptic white. Shivering, giggling, Pissing on … Continue reading Found: Old Poetry
My Sister Kate
My Sister Kate A friend pointed out to me that I always preface my sister this way; My Sister Kate. I could also say, My Crazy Sister Kate, and she would probably not mind. She called herself Crazy Kate when she was a giggling preteen. Laughing so hard that she would bring tears to her … Continue reading My Sister Kate
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 