There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.
I’m practicing listening to my mother’s complaints as the only way she knows to say she is afraid; that this getting old stuff is super scary. Usually I don’t do well. I hear only the endless dissatisfaction, and I am working so hard not to absorb it myself and to move her on to happier ground, that I don’t address the emotion behind the words. Sunday I came close.
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Writing Down the Story 