Monthly Archives: June 2004

Another phonecall from the nursing home, the third call this week informing me that my mother is a maniac, tearing up and down the halls day and night, scratching and hitting and screaming, smacking eyeglasses off faces, sweeping paperwork off … Continue reading →

Three homes in three months. Four hospitals in three months. My poor mother has been tossed about, a displaced leaf manipulated by the forces of a seemingly uncaring God or Nature, unnoticed and soon on the pavement, stomped upon and … Continue reading →

Mom tied down, Jesus-posed in the hospital bed, a new hospital, the third in two months. Two weeks she’s harnessed while we search for a new home, this time a nursing home, the most frightening kind of place for a … Continue reading →