Family
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September reflections
September’s weather never disappoints here, as temperatures level out in the low seventies. The sky is clear, and often a welcome breeze keeps the sun’s strong rays from stinging my skin. If I allowed myself, I’d be in the yard… Continue reading
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Holding patterns and endings
Yesterday morning, I was awakened by my phone which is rarely kept in my bedroom at night. My iPad keeps me company instead. If my phone rings, and it never does, then the wonders of modern technology will allow my… Continue reading
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A memory care visit: How will it go?
In a couple of hours, I’ll drive the short distance to where my mother has lived for a month: in memory care with others who are like her. They’re in their later years, and in cognitive decline. It’s taken me… Continue reading
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It could be worse.
“How long have I been here?” My mother asks this frequently. “Almost five months now.” I sound like a recorded message because I feel that way at this point. If my mother could retain anything she questions us about I’d… Continue reading
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2020: Glancing back, gazing ahead
Much has changed in the years from 2010 to 2020 and that’s a very good thing. Life isn’t intended to be stagnant. Continue reading
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Old photos and procrastination
I’ve lost track of how long ago I asked my sister whether she remembered a particular photo of me and a childhood friend. I could figure it out if I wanted to increase the guilt I feel for procrastinating… Continue reading
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College + Life: Year One
It’s been an interesting year and writing about it on July 6 is odd considering most people think about doing so on January 1 when they’re busy taking stock of their lives, yet again caught up in the idea of… Continue reading
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Billy Collins and stiff upper lips
I love Billy Collins. He makes me think differently about the things I think about. His sometimes irreverent, and certainly candid perspective always stops me long enough to think: Really? Do I need to take myself that seriously? It’s refreshing.… Continue reading
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Finding time to relax again
Busy season is finally over yet another year. There have been so many I’ve lost count. It means the MoH is home before dark, and that it’s time for me to have an idea or two to plant in his… Continue reading
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Loving my Valentine
I don’t expect that on Valentine’s Day anyone will be spanking me with dog or goat-skin whips in order to increase my fertility this year, because although some may find that entertaining, I wouldn’t. I’m thinking that the MoH wouldn’t… Continue reading
