The Day My Daughter Told the Doctor to Let Me Go While I Lay There Unable to Speak

needed, and I find that I am not ready to put it somewhere I cannot touch it easily.

The rain is tapping the windows again. It does that through March, steady and unhurried, as if it has decided to stay until the world is thoroughly softened and the rhododendrons have had everything they need.

I am still here, breathing on my own, in a chair by a window continue reading …