My thoughts
The actions that define us
In late June 2023, on a bitterly cold Wednesday afternoon, I admitted my seriously ill mom to hospital, not knowing if she’d come out again. I then admitted my dad, half-an-hour later to a different clinic around the corner. In the car on the way to fetch my daughter from her friend, whose mom had been kind enough to take her home after school, I broke.
Who are you?
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.
Copyright 2024 Lindsay Ann Farley (Grubb). All rights reserved.

