C U

hila

Doctor’s Orders Never was I given an ultimatum to go under the knife. The surgeon proposed cervical fusion ‎to relieve pressure on my spinal cord. He hinted that surgical intervention may indeed break ‎the blanket of pain and curtail my anguish. But then again, he heartily declared that there ‎was

An Affair With Hair

hila

Thirty four years of marriage. What does that say about me? That I am ‎old?!‎ Admittedly my memory is patchy but occasionally clear images ‎surface. I recall my mother’s thirtieth birthday (or it may have been ‎her fortieth…). ‎‎‎Etched in my memory are my mother’s ‎disappointment, dread and depression: the