She stormed into the room, the familiar cloud of scent I’d come to know so well over the past year following in her footsteps. A sharp...

Turmoil in the room – wet sand, a pool of glue, newspapers, hammer and nails. Paint stains on the carpet and on my skirt. I’m on the...

Crammed in the protected room with my partner, my patient, my son and my grandchildren My partner, my patient, and I lean on the concrete...