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The invisible woman

That morning she woke up with a heaviness in her head. She could not exactly have had a peaceful slumber while he groaned next to her. 223 more words

Prose

The Empty Miles of Her Memory

The empty miles of her memory, she’d tried to fill it all back up, but couldn’t, and she doesn’t know W-H-Y…

Her memories had become like the freeways, with spaces (losses) in between, and, NO matter how hard she’d worked, to fill in the gaps, she just couldn’t, and the more she’d tried to fill up the missing gaps, the more frustrated she’d get. 105 more words

Observations

Corinna and the Family

Corinna, my niece, is the daughter of Klaudia and my brother Peter Uwe. She is the one who introduced me to WordPress. And this is how I came up with the blog name Aunty Uta. 504 more words

Old Age

One Page Poetry Circle 9/9/14—Cats and Dogs

In writing about September’s theme, I thought about poems that give cats and dogs human attributes and qualities.

In “Mourning for Cats,” Margrit Attwood speaks of how cats look like us. 250 more words

Poetry

We stayed up late and waved our sticks about

I love hearing about the antics of raucous older people – those humans who have made it to their eighties, nineties and beyond. I met Klara last year in a queue at the Cadogan Hall when we were both waiting to buy £5 day tickets for a Proms chamber… 24 more words

Poetry

Savouring every last drop...

I’ve spent the past couple of weekends sitting on a commode chair – the lid closed – visiting my father who is in University Hospital in London Ontario. 528 more words

When You Can't Even Write Your Own Name

One day, in the near, or distant future, you won’t even know HOW to write your own name, because that, IS the effects of your dementia… 157 more words

Life