Inside the small flat where he lived, amongst the scattered bin bags, old shoes, broken electronics, we found his watch. It was placed face down on the radiator. His bed was overflowing with dirty clothing, papers, trash, and carrier bags. Clothing was hung over a drying rack. On the coffee table, in the living room,… Read more

I will never get over the silence of almost everyone around me about the Palestinian genocide taking place right now. I will never understand how people say nothing about our government’s funding of the Isreali war machine and the surveillance flights conducted by the British military on behalf of the Isreali government. Do people not… Read more

After I turned 65, my brain started to blank. Lately it’s been blanking more. That is to say, I no longer have instant recall and this disturbs and freighters me. My husband notices my brain hiccups and the long pauses as I try to remember a common noun, and I think he, too, might be… Read more

What’s difficult is that I am now old and my friends are old and my mother is old. My husband, too, is old. Even my dog has cloudy eyes and arthritis. And this is difficult because getting old and being old is very sad. It is a falling away of things: memory; health and people.… Read more