Hea i ka Haku

On day two we fired the harpist. “The music is really very lovely,” the nurse had explained, as if we’d never heard a harp before. My sister and I sat facing each other in plastic chairs on either side of a hospital bed. We watched the nurse smear Vaseline on our mother’s lips. Our mother’s [Read More...]

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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2017/01/hea-ka-haku/