Author Archives: Jessica Kane

On the Spectrum of Insanity

On March 28th, 2016, at around 5:08am, my mother left this earth. It was unexpected. Sudden. She was only 67. I was her only child. We spoke at least once a day for my entire life. Well, besides the times … Continue reading

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The Messiness of Judging.

I’m waiting for my mother’s nurse to pick up. The hospital recording has been on a loop for 20 minutes. Our hospital is committed to integrity, to the destitute, the sick. Our physicians and nurses have trained at some of … Continue reading

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Conversation with my mother who sounds like herself for the first time in weeks:

Nurse: I just wanted to be sure you didn’t fall. My Mother: Well, when I say I can walk, I can walk… I guess nobody told you that I am a member of the Flying Wallendas.

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The Last Bicker

The Last Bicker My grandmother called at 7 A.M. asking if I could come over right away. She said her husband Herschel wasn’t doing well. That he was dying. Not as in one day soon, but as in today. About … Continue reading

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Conversation with My Mother

My Mother: And how was the wedding? Me: Really beautiful. My Mother: How nice. Me: Yes, and it was rather interesting because my father’s wife was there and also his first wife and also his third wife! My Mother: Well, … Continue reading

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Conversation With My Mother about Ceiling Fan

My Mother: Where are you going? Me: I’m on my way to Lowes to get a new ceiling fan. My mother: Oh no… What happened? Me: Well, at two in the morning I decided to turn off the fan at … Continue reading

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To Be Happy

…And she realized she was old and alone. She wasn’t old really. And she was still beautiful if you took the time to notice but she was pretty sure most people didn’t have that kind of time. And there she … Continue reading

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Conversation With My Mother

My Mother to Brautigan: Peter piper picked a pack of pickled peckers. Me: Mother he did not pick a pickled pecker. My Mother: Well what did he pick? Me: A pepper. My Mother: Oh.

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Conversation With My Mother

My mother: …Well, if he wants to come over to my place and give me a quaalude, I’ll gladly take one. But he’d have to leave me the fuck alone. Me: That’s terrible, Mother. And besides, I don’t believe they … Continue reading

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Bounce House Hell

It was inevitable. I crossed paths with one of those bouncy houses. Brautigan took one look at it and nearly fell on his knees begging to go. Since he’s only three, there was no way in hell I was going … Continue reading

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