So last Sunday my grandfather was not doing well at all. Tuesday, he was doing worse. Yesterday, Mom called to see about making arrangements for me to go back to Ohio ( Read more... )

Since my grandfather will not go to hospice, hospice has come to him. (Frankly, I think this should have happened months ago; my grandmother was never prepared to be a caregiver, and I think she's finally stopped pretending she can do it by herself.) So who knows what's going to happen from here, but at least he'll be a little more comfortable ( Read more... )

Meme time!

1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines - sentences or paragraphs - and post them as they’re written.
4. Encourage other people to do it!The story I'm currently working on is my queer_fest fic, which is... nowhere near seven pages as of yet. So instead, you get a snippet of ( Read more... )

If you'd asked me six months ago if I thought my grandfather would be the last of his brothers alive, I would have said no - partly because that was right after he had a major surgery, partly because the other of the five brothers was the youngest ( Read more... )