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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


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


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


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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