Monthly Archives: February 2012
brace up
A tiny Filipina nurse in Care Bear scrubs appeared from nowhere and enthusiastically greeted me at my bedside. She barely reached the railings. I was immediately suspicious. I asked about the morning’s timetable. My medical hostess outlined the brief details … Continue reading
Filed under Memoir
priorities
My father was a half-ass Witness. He liked to pour over the New Testament at meals, pointing out the sudden death of harlots in between bites but he never, ever went door-to-door. According to Jehovah’s by-laws, all good Witnesses are … Continue reading
