My Fond Kinship w/ “The Prisoner”- Epilepsy & Wine

I love this wine, the taste and the symbolism. Every time I open the bottle, I stare at that label and think- how ironic. “The Prisoner.” He appears to be in some sort of jacket, bound in chains and shackles that tighten with the twist of the knob around his ankles. So specific, I wonder what the winemaker thought, experienced, endured while harvesting the grapes and waiting to see what they’d yield...

Four Days…

And our phone conversation perfectly encapsulated the isolation of my pregnancy, the sheer loneliness of these past 6 months. Portions of the last 4 years really. Geez that “looks” long when you see it on paper but living it is even longer, and being forgotten while living is even more painful...

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