essays #david

For a long time I wanted to get away and live in an ashram. I imagined a quiet reprieve from the stresses of David’s care...

David spends much of the day sitting on the couch, legs crossed at the knees, hands in his lap, with a calm, contemplative air about him...

In the dark of night, I rush through the hallway to the bedroom next to mine. I can hear my son’s rapid breath and the gurgle of saliva pooling in his mouth...

When I take hold of your son’s body and brain, it is best that you remain calm...

I felt the glow of divinity this morning as I scrubbed my son’s ankles and toes, as I ran the washcloth...