Standing alone one morning out on the great plains of sagebrush and stone ledges I became aware of some great presence.
In this story, Enid Ikeda powerfully describes her experience of confronting her mother with the need to go into assisted living. Afterward, except for brief accounts, I rarely talked of the trip and what it had meant to me. It seemed too close to the bone to express adequately. Even in my thoughts, I tended […]