I am so sick, and getting sicker. Sleeping eighteen-twenty hours a day, getting up to nibble on a cracker, slipping my muumuu over my naked body, dressed to see the doctor. “You have allergies,” says the Doctor Shane, a new doctor who has joined my old Doctor Sharkis’ practice. “Everyone has them,” Doctor Shane says. … Continue reading Dialogue with Dying
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LONE TWIN!!
My new book, LONE TWIN is number one new book in Psychological Biographies! I love this book, and I am so happy that I wrote it. I hope you can recommend it your friends, and students. Thank you for your support. You can easily find it on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/Lone-Twin-Story-Social-Fictions/dp/9004411348/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=laurel+richardson&qid=1562697863&s=books&sr=1-4-
Home Inspection
Bashi, Asia, and Lily on quilt I made from Paps' bandannas. Money can’t buy happiness or Bashi and Lily until their “proposed” domicile is inspected, improved, and approved. Trudy, their conscientious breeder, arrives at our house with a briefcase and clipboard but no dogs. “Let’s check out the backyard first,” she tells us opening the … Continue reading Home Inspection
First Meeting with Bashi and Lily
I woke up one morning ten years ago wanting a dog. I wanted a dog I could hide in a pocket, safe from being taken away as was the fate of Happy---a Christmas Eve surprise when I was four and a half and “put down” when I went to college. I spend a year researching … Continue reading First Meeting with Bashi and Lily
Surprise!
Nobody ever told me. Or, maybe I just didn’t notice. But I had no idea that being in my eighties would be so different from being in my seventies. Back then, I wrote several books, drove at night, napped only once a day, and could go on more than one “outing” on any given day. … Continue reading Surprise!
Writing for My Life
Forty years ago, I was in a car accident and, then, a coma. When I came back to consciousness, talking was embarrassing and difficult because I could not find words in my jumbled-up brain. But I could write because writing was a private activity. I could leave a space for the word I couldn’t find and … Continue reading Writing for My Life
Laurel Richardson 