out of the mouths of… take 2

She was 92 and an amazing artist. Brought into long term care by her son after he’d found her on tip toes on top of the dining room table (at 3:00am) wielding a gold Sharpie marker, decorating the chandelier. We hit it off instantly of course, both out of the box thinkers. And after she’d been with us for a few months, she approached me in the crowded lobby on a Saturday afternoon,

“I don’t know if you’re a man or a woman, but I think you’re a man, so let’s keep it that way and have coffee some time” – D.L.

I miss her.


About halitentwo

i am. god is. we are. as soon as i write something about me i change, am different, evolving. i am trans. i am a parent. i am a partner. i am a human. i am attempting to live a well-lived life in the spaces in between, beyond definition, fluid, dynamic, omnifarious and always changing. hopefully growing.
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