Mom’s Nose

After locking my apartment door, I fish in my pantry for something to make my bitter nightly medicines go down easier. My Hubby—”How did critique group go?” Me—”Fine.” I’m focused on the snack search. I just ate a full dinner, but it’s Friday night. I scoop up a spoonful of peanut butter and stick a…

Mom Finds Doggie-Walk Bags

Our apartment complex provides bright green doggie doo clean-up bags for the owner’s convenience, and for the neighbors’ delight. Not always used by said owners, gag, but more often than not. The other day, Mom returned from her afternoon walk with a confession ready. Mom poured a cup of coffee, “I went into the office today.”…

Mom Sees Jewels

In our apartment’s kitchen, Mom stood in front of the granite counter, near the sink. She poured her morning coffee. “When you get the chance, come and see something. I just found a jewel. I’ve never seen it before. It’s really pretty, it looks like a diamond.” “A diamond?” Did I lose a diamond? At…

Mom’s Eyebrow

Mom had an effective form of correction in our family—Her Eyebrow. When we detected the Eyebrow…we knew what came next. Punishment or discipline (whatever word you choose to use), loss of privileges, no dessert, etc. My sister and I still discuss The Eyebrow, and we are both Over The Hill. Mom—”When you were two years-old…