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Caregivers

February 2, 2015 by Tara

For the February issue of the GGMG Magazine, I volunteered to write a piece about my mom and caregiving. The issue was covering caregivers from various perspectives and I offered to write about how my mom, the ultimate ‘mom’s mom’, has become someone who my sisters and I now care for in many ways.

The only way I know how to write is to throw the words onto the page when the inspiration strikes. Or when I’m not thinking much about writing. In my highly overanalyzed and over processed world, the only writing I can tolerate from myself is the raw, tell it like it is, style.

The caregiver piece made me nervous. I wondered if I could throw words onto a page when it came to a topic that was so charged, so highly emotional. And how would the editing process work? Would I be able to let go enough to make adjustments?

I threw words out, they landed, and were edited by people who offered insightful comments. Once again I find myself uncomfortable. I am beginning to understand that this feeling may mean progress.

February Article

Filed Under: Anxiety, Life as a Kid, Life as a Mom, The Hairy Underbelly, Uncategorized

Solar Storm

September 11, 2014 by Tara

She knew she shouldn’t close her eyes, but she couldn’t help it. Just like when she found herself in the car with a really bad driver, sometimes Maxine just couldn’t take it. So she closed her eyes for a second or longer, letting the panic wash over her while she was in the dark. Somehow this was easier. Today was no different; she had been up at 2 am again listening to the rough snoring of her partner. Feeling the sweat on the sheets, thinking again that she should change them in the morning. Tossing and turning didn’t work so eventually Maxine took to the Internet.

It was September 11th so once she cruised past the posts on remembrances and stories of loss she started to hit the current stuff. The article that drew her in was one about a solar storm projected to pass by earth, potentially knocking out power grids and cell phones.

Holy shit. Power grids. Visions of chaos, looting, violet crime, ran through her mind. She played it out. When? She read the article and found that this Friday was the date. Maybe morning, maybe later in the day. Fuck. The morning commute would really suck. No one would get anywhere. She realized her partner was going out of town Friday. He would get stuck, unable to reach her. She felt her breath quicken. No cell phones, traffic piled up on the 80. Chaos. Life changing. Horrible. She reeled her mind back like drawing in a tape measure. It was September 11th; she was in bed, 3:32 am. Power on, cellphone working.

Filed Under: Anxiety

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