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Ten Acres In Malibu

“He moans a great deal. He doesn't complain of any particular pain but it’s there. The diabetes again, a gnawing in the bones. And the more he hurts, the less he recognizes where the pain is coming from. That’s the dementia.  He isn't sure where he is half the time and I have to hold his hand and talk him down much like you would an LSD freak-out.”

Excerpt From: Gottschlich, Robert. “Ten Acres in Malibu".

Ten Acres In Malibu

“Peter is an unhappy man. Underneath the dementia that surges and falls back like some rapacious, ransacking horde and the diabetes that eats at his extremities like termites at wood, he is aging ungracefully and the sparks of discontent fly off him at all times of the day. Mornings, however, are his worst time.”

Excerpt From: Gottschlich, Robert. “Ten Acres in Malibu.”

Ten Acres In Malibu

“I get my journal and start to write. It is, I will realize later, my saving grace. No matter if it's good or bad, the writing is mine, done on my time, in my head and I need it like I need air right now.”

Excerpt From: Gottschlich, Robert. “Ten Acres in Malibu.” BookBaby, 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
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Ten acres in Malibu