Monthly Archives: April 2011

Sweet Bird Knows Me

Posted on April 19, 2011 by The Survivor Chronicles

Long before she died worms worked their way through my mother’s heart: worms of doubt, guilt, loss. My revelation about my mother not facing my brother’s death, is that she was four years old when the spanish influenza swept through … Continue reading →

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Bloody Knuckles: A Reminiscence

Posted on April 19, 2011 by The Survivor Chronicles

Faded old pale yellow school bus, cast off of a wealthier school system, scion of Michigan and another decade, engine knocking, no shocks to speak of, rocking and shuddering along the highway, carrying uniformed middle schoolers westward, raggedy ill-fitting outfits … Continue reading →

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Life and Death

Posted on April 6, 2011 by The Survivor Chronicles

Tonight I think of how death teaches us how to live — crocheted in recent family mortalities nestled in screams cupping answers to live by encased with mirrors as reminders to enjoy simple pleasures. Or maybe it’s the Buddhist book … Continue reading →

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Primal Separation

Posted on April 4, 2011 by The Survivor Chronicles

The older I get, the more I find that my fears have shifted.  I am not apprehensive or anxious over my own death — nor am I blithely reconciled to it either — but I recognize that the ultimate fear … Continue reading →

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