Monthly Archives: February 2015

Instead, I brought the meeting back to order. I commented on the lateness of the hour and I reminded everyone that we had to move along. I prevented Linda from asking what she later gave me: how disabled does someone … Continue reading →

For one thing they’re ugly. Their aggressive complaining personalities might be bearable if their persons were acceptable to the eyes or ears. Barbara seems to think her blindness is an excuse to pay no attention to her appearance. It’s bad … Continue reading →

Lately I’m restless in bed. I don’t toss or turn but also I don’t sleep. My father once told me it doesn’t matter whether we actually lose consciousness. It’s only important that we rest our bodies and our minds. He … Continue reading →

Jill read a memorable magazine article years ago, about a strange little father-daughter family. The father was mentally retarded or developmentally disabled or otherwise just marginally capable of caring for himself. He’d somehow managed to marry a functional woman, and … Continue reading →

It doesn’t hurt that Jill’s more confident now. She looks good. Better than Kevin does. Better than she did. She comes from a family that appears to look older when young and younger when old. She’s finally growing into her … Continue reading →

“So what the fuck is friendship?” Jill asked Kevin after she told him about Anita. In the old days the narration would have been between but now it was after. Now his chest hair is white and her belly skin … Continue reading →