My Mother, After the Dementia Scare

I had expected worse and felt relieved to find you so close to your old self, reminiscing about the good times, carefully avoiding the bad. They said you had not smiled this much in many months, that, maybe, the fog of medication had cleared up at last, or else, your happiness at seeing me had […]

About Elisabeth Khan

Born in Belgium, I lived 25 years in Michigan before becoming a nomad traveling back and forth between the USA, Europe, the UAE, and India. I blog when I find the time but usually I am too busy living. A few of my stories and poems have been published in "Hanging Loose," "The McGuffin," and other places. My travels and my family are my main sources of inspiration.

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Not Even a Saucer

Your silence speaks of anger… Your words, when they hatch at last, burrow like tiny poison darts into the softness that surrounds my heart, turn it into a bitter shield. What did I do? Surely I did nothing to invite this punishment? Or is it my very inertia, my passivity, that does enrage you so? […]

About Elisabeth Khan

Born in Belgium, I lived 25 years in Michigan before becoming a nomad traveling back and forth between the USA, Europe, the UAE, and India. I blog when I find the time but usually I am too busy living. A few of my stories and poems have been published in "Hanging Loose," "The McGuffin," and other places. My travels and my family are my main sources of inspiration.

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