In Every Cup of Tea, a Memory of My Parents—and Their Last Years at Home Medium Years ago, I did a reading of this essay at a writer's conference. It's a memory piece, and its quietness is likely one reason it never found a home. (I've now published it myself on Medium.) However, two fellow writers who were at that conference have more than once recalled the essay to me years after hearing it that one time. I say this not to brag but to thank them for inspiring me to keep it alive. I've since reframed it slightly and, by necessity, changed the tense from present to past.
Last Will Medium I wrote this essay some years ago. It never found a home, so I revised it, and it still never found a home. I've now created my own home for it because it's simply a story that, for better or worse, I believe in and want to put out there. Its title all along has been "Last Will," but I gave it a more SEO-friendly headline for Medium.