Five things that I wish people knew about me: I believe what I believe. It may not be what you believe but that's okay with me. I am nowhere near as big a bitch as people think that I am. I speak my mind (or I am silent) but I am tired of being accused of... Continue Reading →
. . . to Tell the Story of The Death of My Mother
On a Sunday morning last November, I got the call that I had been waiting for and dreading. My mom wasn't expected to make it through the day. She did. That evening, I received another call saying that she wouldn't make it through the night. I live over 500 miles away and I had said goodbye... Continue Reading →
. . . to do 7th Grade “Homework”
NOTE: Names changed for privacy. The 7th grade math teacher sent home some "homework" for the parents to write a letter about their child that they would share with the child's other teachers. We were allowed to have the child write it with us . . . This is what we came up with: So... Continue Reading →
To “FOLLOW your DREAMS”
My bookmark says, "FOLLOW your DREAMS". Good advice. FOLLOW your DREAMS. I see this every day when I open and close the book I am reading. It slaps me in the face every ... single ... time. FOLLOW your DREAMS But, what are my dreams? I think that I know. Maybe I don't. More accurately,... Continue Reading →
To Not Feel Guilty
Last night, when she should have been asleep, I heard my youngest daughter in her bathroom where she knocked something on to the floor. I asked if she was okay and she said that she needed me to come in there. I did. On my way in, I saw a trail of blood on the... Continue Reading →
…to Reflect on Her Life
We all have them. Those points in your life where you are in the right place at the right time, meet that certain person who changes your life, enter a situation that winds up being a crossroads, etc. Yes, we all have them, but do we recognize them? I have been fortunate throughout my life... Continue Reading →
…to Come to Terms With Her Mother’s Illness and Slide Toward Death
My mother has Alzheimer's Disease. She has had it for quite a while. Now, when I look back, I see that her symptoms started in her mid-50's. She said and did things that, for her, were strange. I didn't think anything of it for years; I just assumed she was being her normal bitchy self. ... Continue Reading →
. . . to Make it Through the Holidays
I know that I am not alone. This time of year is exhausting, exhilarating, fun, tiring, frustrating, joyous, happy, depressing, and a million other things. As a mom, wife, daughter, sister, and friend, I try to do it all. I keep thinking that I CAN do it all. If I try hard enough, I can. ... Continue Reading →