like puppets on a string: august 12, 2016

Three days before, Mom had been curled up in the shape of a question mark, like an aged female¬†Quasimodo in a wheelchair. But on August 12, 2016, it was the opposite: her head was drawn back until the front of her neck was stretched taut. Over the previous two years, once she had become confined … Continue reading like puppets on a string: august 12, 2016