At least we know he's out of immediate danger. Dad is looking and sounding much better.  Or have I just gotten too immersed in the sterile and ill environment of the hospital fugue? Has my objectivity been compromised by sitting in his hospital room with my mom for three days? No. It's true. He's better [...]

Half unpacked.  Woke up at my parent's with only my mom occupying the large property, she on one side of the respectable house she and my father literally built with their own hands, while I was on the other. We came together in the kitchen. She cooked us eggs and bacon as I made small [...]

Dad's been in the hospital for a week now, and even though he wants me to wait, something inside me yesterday said, just go now. As the plane descends into the plains of my native region (Nebraska born, but KC, MO is close enough culturally juxtaposed to WeHo) I'm feeling more happy to go "home" [...]

How much is too much to share? Four hours there and four hours back. Just mom and me in the car, Omaha, Gothenburg, return. The basics covered and so much more - details of her life her gay son will never share with his nonexistent children, only his offspring of thought, written and launched into [...]