The Rhythms We Keep Since My Mother’s Stroke
The slight din of the television on TVLand from her room made its way toward the kitchen where Curtis and I sat, trying to figure out how this was all going to go. How everything had changed.
Watching Daddy during the months between Mama’s first hospitalization, the rehabilitation facility merry-go-round, and finally coming home, I understood for the first time what it meant to live your partner’s rhythms.
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DéLana R.A. Dameron is a writer and arts + culture strategist. She founded Red Olive Creative Consulting and Black Art Futures Fund, a philanthropic fund that supports small Black arts organizations. She divides her time between Columbia, SC and Brooklyn, NY. @delana_writes
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