Sometimes life becomes a world within a world. Someone you love becomes ill and she becomes the centre of your world more powerful than the sun. It feels as though you are 'you' but you are also 'the you who wants to be with the one you love'. You are 'you' but you are also… Continue reading This Is Why

This morning, I sat beside my Nonna and did her nails. They were long. Corrugated like cardboard. Dried blood crusted beneath the curling nail brought horror thoughts to my brain. But I pushed the thoughts away and focused on clipping and filing. Cleaning and massaging. "These hands," I said to her as she silently watched… Continue reading Hands