Author: PFingado

Clarity

Clarity

Have you ever had that one perfect moment. That multivariate dimensional fracture in time when a person says something so completely honestly true that encompasses all that is was and can be. That takes...

Exclusionary Tactics

Why is it? That in this one place part segment of society culture family. Exclusion bullying meanness. Is accepted. And not just accepted but promoted nurtured expected. In subsequent marriages partnerships relations. Those that...

Testifying

(The following words were written on 3/19/21. I have been dealing fighting researching the apparent chronic fatigue brought on by having Covid in January and on this date, I thought I had finally beaten...

Sense of Loss

Sometimes it all completely wholly fully. Just seems. Is. Too much. The loss keeps coming never stopping more pain more devastation more sadness. As if you need can take endure any more. Numbness sets...

Reset in Grief

Yesterday. Marked the 35th anniversary of my father’s death. So many years. Without him. So changed altered by his death. By the way he struggled to survive those last years. The one man. Who...

Choices

Yesterday. Opening my eyes. Adjusting to the day being Sunday. The first thought. Foremost in on my mind. Was my visit with my mom. Nausea immediately overtook me. It had been maybe three weeks....

Keeping happy

As I move through my day. Answering responding to calls about our cats. Who are currently radioactive after their treatment for hyperthyroidism. And will be picked up tomorrow. Laundry and sorting and cleaning and...

Always beneath

We took a weekend finally. To get out of town. Out of our heads. Out of this strangeness weirdness of Pandemic Quarantine. To refresh. Dust off the cobwebs. Stimulate our senses. We visited our...

The In-between

For people dying. Those on the precipice of living. Not quite alive. Unable to interact. No affect. Breathing still but perhaps barely. Or labored. Or something not quite right. Not quite. Not right. Only...