If the shoe fits

May 22, 2018May 22, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

“How is he today?” Flora clutched her fingers together in a knot, touching her chin with her thumbs. “He’s been asking for you.” Dr. George Gleason, his hands tucked characteristically into his white lab coat pockets, tipped his head toward a man in a wheelchair across the wide room sitting in a pool of sunshine … Continue reading If the shoe fits

But no one’s home

July 4, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

Two women, dressed in colorful surgery scrubs, lingered at the nurses' desk sorting through resident files to leave evening reports for the attending physicians. "How was she tonight?" With a nod of her head, the younger of the two indicated the occupant of Room 24, one of their Alzheimer patients. Most days she thought she was … Continue reading But no one’s home