The Caregiver’s Tales
Tiny essays on life, nature, grief and other things that catch my fancy in the Texas Hill Country. Here’s how it all got started.
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What Nature Abhors
I miss the body of my youth when I could fall into sleep and lie there insensible until I woke, fully rested.
Standing in the White Space
An observation. At one point, following the death of my wife, I felt as though I was entering the third act of a three-act play…
Under Surveillance
A while back, I bought a couple of motion detection cameras. The purpose was to monitor my wife’s activities when she went outside to ensure she stayed safe.
Painting the Passports Brown
I have a friend who plays tennis. She’s not playing to become the next Martina Navratilova.
I Hate to Drone, But…
I think the Victorians were on to something with all their etiquette surrounding death.
And the Band Played On
The mini-memorial weekend for the departed mother went well. The children were all in place by Saturday afternoon, and the music started shortly thereafter.