Tuesday, August 01, 2006

i belive in leting the starss inside you at nite, even nif they think your corny. i belive in a trunmpet swann lglides through when somethings true.i velieve something can be true. i believe in a poetrey hole, that it only goes insideout,,
and that is your direcction too. i believ in you.
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I came to Minneapolis from southern California this May to help my 88-year-old mother care for my 86-year-old father. He fell last November, and then declined cognitively for a month as his bones healed at a rehab facility under quarantine. He hasn't undeclined. Before retiring in the 1990s, he was a theater critic, & still seems to have some of his self-confidence and wit alongside vascular dementia, Parkinsonisms, incontinence and real trouble walking. Given his otherwise-ok health, he might still have some tolerable years ahead, though with new parameters. My mom's a novelist. She seems made of iron.