Archive | Sylvia Allen

Metaphor and Dementia: Dancing in the Sky

  In the metaphorical conversations I had with the patients on the dementia ward, certain themes came up again and again. Not surprising for people with late-stage terminal illness, a common theme was concern about work being finished. A teacher was anxious about whether the materials were ready for the next day’s classes. A caterer […]

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Writers, Metaphor, and Dementia: David’s House

Years ago, long before the advent of protease-inhibitor cocktails, a close friend of mine was diagnosed with Kaposi’s sarcoma, which in those days was an AIDS-defining illness—a death sentence. I felt helpless and horrified, unable to do anything for my buddy, but wanted to do something useful, so I volunteered at Shanti, a San Francisco […]

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Leaving the Best Day Job Ever

I have the best day job ever. I work at home. I never have to go into the office, which is 600 miles away. I set my own schedule. I can work more hours or fewer hours, as I please. My boss and long-distance co-workers are a pleasure to work with. The job is very […]

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Those Historic Gay Marriages

I’ve told Martha, “I’ll marry you as many times as it takes.” I guess we’re done getting married now. Here’s a story I wrote about those historic gay marriages in San Francisco in 2004. A version of it was published in Bad Subjects that year. I heard about the San Francisco same-sex marriages on a Thursday afternoon in […]

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Reading at Bookstore Benefit

I just got back from reading at a benefit for St. Johns Booksellers, our little town’s beloved independent bookstore. The benefit was at Plew’s Brews, the local craft-beer-and-live-music place, and was lively, beery, cheerful, and noisy. I was one of several writers reading our own work. Also reading, among others: Martha Shelley, Kate de Gutes, […]

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