Outside the Circle

Cindy Milstein

Hearing Voices


I had a conversation with my mom in a dream last night. Our talk was so vivid that I could literally hear the tenor of her voice. It started off cheery, when we were chatting about various topics, and then caught in a downward glitch of silence deep in her throat, followed by shaky anxiety, a little-girl-filled-with-fear voice, as she turned to the topic of her best friend of 40 years now dealing with (real-life) debilitating pain in what’s likely her last chapter of life, too. I got out of bed, begrudgingly, too slowly, to a world in which I’ll never hear my mom’s voice in my awaking hours. This is the sleepwalking process of making sense of the incomprehensible.

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(Photo by Cindy Milstein, downtown SF, March 2014.)


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This entry was posted on March 17, 2014 by in Dispatches from Life.
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