Franca Madira: I don't give a d*** Posts

If time isn’t up, then it is out of joint. I couldn’t sleep last night. Just past midnight, I woke up and couldn’t fall asleep…

My mother has survived viral encephalitis. But it’s not really my mother who has survived. It’s my m/other. It’s someone else. It’s the person left…

Sometimes my breathing becomes so shallow, I contemplate what it would be like just to stop. What would it be like if I just stopped?…

My mother is ill. Very ill. Over the years, she has risen back up to survive. Through a number of silent heart attacks and a…

The break in posting has been just that: a pause. Stopping to be present these past weeks, I found so many presences, not just one.…

It started one Ash Wednesday. How you are raised determines so much. This story is not about blame. Parents do the best they can with…

Not in nature, in the stillness of the woods. Not while at the oceanside cottage I’ve visited in Maine. Not in meditation. Today I experienced…

I had a moment of enlightenment today. Why I deign to call it “enlightenment,” I’m not sure. It seems quite self-evident. The enlightenment is this:…