• The Mom Chronicle Shorts

    I Can See Clearly Now

    January 25, 2020 12:01 a.m. My mind is racing with writing ideas. Steroids bouncing off the walls of my veins. Keith is on all fours, knees and elbows tucked in, head smashed against fists. He’s crouched like a guy in one of those horror flicks, experiencing the change from mere man to wolfish beast. I doubt his pain is that…

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    The In-Between Moments

    January 24, 2020 There are piles and piles of papers surrounding me. Cardiologist this . . . neurologist that . . . endocrinologist here . . . orthopedist there . . . How did my mom manage all of this? It’s a full-time job. I thread through the stacks, sorting and arranging. Slipping documents and diagnoses into plastic page protectors.…

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    Just a Little Longer

    There is moaning and startled snoring erupting from my mom’s room. An office converted to a bedroom with an artful cutout high in the vaulted ceiling. Poor design. Who wants an office that allows all the noise in? The irregular cadence keeps me on edge. I cross my fingers, hoping for a longer respite. Gingerly placing my breakfast dishes in…

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    And Then There Is Us

    January 22, 2020 It’s been a long day. I salivated at the prospect of a scalding bath. Rosewater bath bomb. Epsom salts. And a Korean cleansing mask. The cold chills I’d experienced all day protested my languid dip into the steaming water. Yeah, I was happy to be warm. Miserable that the muscle pain and the prickling tenderness of my…