From where I live, I see Oregon Health Sciences University rising high in the west hills like a second downtown. To get to Pill Hill you have to wind your way up through a stand of lush green trees, as if you're heading out for a hike in the woods. But instead, at the top,... Continue Reading →
week five: our humble bodies, our glorious breath
Before this week, I'd only been in a hospital room once, about 15 years ago. All I remember is the dimness of the room at night and how bad I felt for crying the whole time, for making a sick man give me comfort. As my last post noted, I'd been avoiding visiting my friend... Continue Reading →
week four: breathing
I could say that, this week, there was the newness of sleeping in my roommate's bed, under his deliciously thick covers, tucked in by two cats, while my partner's father slept in ours. And the newness of that father moving through my house and around my life for a few days while I barely found... Continue Reading →
Tracy Burkholder 