Tag Archives: coping

six years here

She was much afraid he’d be on a ventilator by morning and got him the last bed at a large teaching hospital a few hours away.  We took an ambulance to the airport, me and him and his diaper bag, … Continue reading

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growing pains

I’m at my mom’s house waiting for my laundry.  My new drier as a defective door seal.  My new washer’s an electrocution hazard.  I’m trying to get my own internet but with everything else I’ve got going on these days … Continue reading

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Facing Fear

He’s back, or more, correctly, he never left.  PsychoStalker that is.  My brother ran into him the other day.  After the probation office called to inform me he’d been deported.  My world is upside down.  I had finally settled into … Continue reading

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