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Miriam Green
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Dislocation
We were gifted a rare interaction with Mom this week. When we called to video conference, Mom was alert and communicative. Though she...
Miriam Green
Jul 29, 20203 min read
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Leaving Home
Mom is no longer in our orbit of care. Neither I nor my father—who still visits her everyday—can know what befalls her during her day.
Miriam Green
Jan 15, 20204 min read
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Downward Staircase
My brother Simon is arriving this Friday for a two-week visit! I am so excited to see him, and also a little trepidatious—he has not seen...
Miriam Green
Aug 22, 20183 min read
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Another F-ing Day
I am constantly surprised by what a foul mouth Mom has developed. This sweet-natured woman who taught me to watch my manners and never...
Miriam Green
Jul 26, 20173 min read
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The Evil of Cell Phones
I blame myself. I blame my cell phone. These phones suck us in and divert our attention. That's why I missed Mom when she came out of the...
Miriam Green
Mar 9, 20163 min read
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See You Next Year
“See you next year,” Mom would say as she tucked us in on December 31. Implied was the promise of something new, an optimism about the...
Miriam Green
Dec 30, 20153 min read
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