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Miracles Aren’t Always Good

Posted by Leona Wisoker on March 28, 2017 in grieving, Uncategorized, Writing |

Over the last few months, I’ve put out a couple of blog posts about the process of my mom slowly dying. She’s been fighting lung cancer, and last year it metastasized to her brain. The docs gave her until about Christmas 2016 at best. I’m fresh out of poetic, meaningful rambles about that. I’m planning […]

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MY F*ING PRIORITIES FOR 2017*

Posted by Leona Wisoker on January 2, 2017 in Books, business, grieving, politics, Reading, Uncategorized, Writing |

*may contain some swearing** **All right, a lot of swearing***. ***Sorry not sorry. PRIORITY ONE: Write. Fuck housework, fuck checking Twitter and Facebook, fuck returning phone calls, fuck opening the mail, just write. Once word count for the day is reached, THEN I can do all those things–and the other stuff on this list. PRIORITY […]

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Followup to the Followup

Posted by Leona Wisoker on December 29, 2016 in grieving, Uncategorized, winter, Writing |

The sun is shining. I have coffee in hand and lemon yogurt in tummy. The floor is once more covered in black dog hair, and the laundry seems endless. My office is slowly taking shape: it was pulled apart, over the last year, for many reasons, and I’ve been working–when I’m home–from the living room. […]

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Home Again: Followup to Hold On To Anything You Can

Posted by Leona Wisoker on November 27, 2016 in grieving, Uncategorized, winter, Writing |

The sky is a crisp blue against the array of earth-toned leaves still hanging on to their perches. Squirrels dig, industrious, through the crackling fallen, searching out nuts, insects, whatever it is that squirrels search for at times like this. There are few birds; my feeders have been allowed to run empty, some weeks ago […]

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Hold On To Anything You Can

Posted by Leona Wisoker on November 6, 2016 in grieving |

My mom always had a garden, everywhere we lived. That’s the first line of a eulogy I’ve already begun writing for her. Here’s one of my notes, jotted down during a doctor appointment this time: …the clinical staff seem really distant today. I don’t blame them. I get the need to move things along etc, […]

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