A couple of weeks ago I was asked this question by a well-meaning acquaintance in the grocery store. The question came after I told him Bruce had surgery. I didn’t mention there were two, that twice they’ve cut into my husband’s skull. He cares. People care. I understand this. What ISN’T understood is that glioblastoma…
Tag: family
The pieces left behind
I’ve been thinking lately about posterity. It comes with the prominence of wrinkles. I’ve wondered what my children will remember most about me. It might be that I was a strict mother (She was mean!), or that I preferred family time over all else (She never let us have our friends over!), or that I…



