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September 26, 2012
TRIPTYCH

My troubled, special needs kid is like me in many key respects, and my identification with him sometimes prevents me from extending the compassion I deny myself, and which he needs in spades.

I am at times overcome with a sense of my grandparentsí presence. They are loving and forgiving, and I pledge to live in accordance with their values, which I adopt in the moment as my own. This rhapsody passes.

Oten my jaw is so tight upon waking that, an hour later, I have to gently wedge pieces of the bagel in, and my chews are incomplete.