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Miriam Green
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Love
My mom seemed sluggish today during our visit: eyes half closed, a slurring of words. “I used to love you,” she said, part of her almost...
Miriam Green
Jul 10, 20193 min read
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Mirror, Mirror
Mom was sitting in her usual seat when I entered the common room at her care facility. She was intently “playing” with a game matching...
Miriam Green
May 29, 20193 min read
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Time in a Bottle
Recently, I’ve been struggling with the notion of time. How do I divide my time when my loved one is in an institution? Is there any...
Miriam Green
May 15, 20195 min read
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Dead People
“I’ll be with the dead people.” “What?” I asked into the phone. “What did you say?” “I’ll be with the dead people,” repeated Mom. I...
Miriam Green
Jul 8, 20153 min read
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