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THE MEMORIAL

How to create a memorial among people who have some forgetfulness and no common language? This has been my question for years. How to remember a person when you do not remember a person? For the last months I have been reading Francis Weller’s, THE WILD EDGE OF SORROW, after attending an intense one day … Continue reading

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Dominoes

“Domino, Domino, Le printemps chante en moi Dominique Domino, Domino, J’ai le cœur comme une boite à musique J’ai besoin de toi, De tes mains sur moi, Domino, Domino, J’ai besoin d’être aimé Domino.” Singing that famous French waltz, I open the shoe box. I pull out the tiles and lay them randomly on the … Continue reading

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SAFETY

“Call Security! She is hitting us!” Nicole, behind her walker, is zooming through the hallway, surrounded by nursing staff. She speaks in a language we don’t understand well. Framed by her short silvery hair, her face is serious, focused. Her walker went straight into the nursing assistant who was trying to redirect her. A few … Continue reading

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SPEAKING TO HERSELF

“–Pauline looks better today.  –Yes, she is speaking non-stop, to herself. – I noticed that. She does it often, even when surrounded by people and activities. What does she say?  –She talks about her house, her things. That she has a lot of gold and diamond jewelry. In reality she had some, but not that … Continue reading

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ONE LAST JUMP

“TEN-NINE-EIGHT-SEVEN-SIX-FIVE-FOUR-THREE-TWO-ONE-ZEROOOOOO” Holding hands, forming a large circle, we all jump into the German skies. We enjoy floating together weightless before the rude contact with the ground. “BOUM!” “Anybody speaks German?” Nope. It does not seem to matter, we did it. Marty is beaming. It all started when I walked inside the circle of a dozen … Continue reading

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STAND BY ME

D-O-R-A- P-I-R-I-V-I-D-A-N-Y-I I am writing slowly on the little white board, hanging on the wall of the day room. I check if  all the letters are there, even size in a straight line. I don’t want to make a mistake. I don’t want somebody to think I did not care; that I did not love … Continue reading