I was under anesthesia when it wore off too early. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I heard my son’s wife tell the surgeon: “If something goes wrong, don’t call her lawyer. Call me first.”

across polished hospital floors.

Near the entrance hung a plaque that read:

For those who survive what others hoped would destroy them.

Malcolm stood beside me holding two cups of terrible coffee.

“Peace looks good on you,” he said.

I watched a nurse wheel an elderly patient past the windows while the woman laughed softly at something nobody else heard.continue reading …