Journal52, January 15

Day 15. After a day drowning in Medicaid paperwork, searching through boxes of Mom's "stuff," I felt I was surrounded by a tangle of ink and scraps of paper. Everything was the wrong piece of paper, the boxes were full of useless junk, and I needed to stop and take a few -- quite a few -- deep breaths. This piece is what I created to "commemorate" the day.