Mom’s Jeans

Mom wiggled her little fanny and did a little dance. Her jeans were not cooperating. She yanked on them again. “Mom, what’s the problem?” I stood by her bedside table with her steamy cup of coffee. How could this be difficult? She weighs 89 pounds—one pound for each year of life. “Oh…I can’t seem to get…

Mom’s Roller Coaster

  My hubby and I took Mom for a walk to a nearby locally owned coffee stand. It sits next to a wetland preserve, so the views are beautifully “springy” right now. Our challenge was rolling Mom in her wheelchair over those yellow lego-thingies to get to the order window. In the past, we made…

Mom’s Bed

We live in a two bedroom apartment—my hubby, me and Mom. One of the reasons we chose this apartment—the floor plan is perfect. Mom’s bedroom and bathroom are separated by a wall between the living room. We all have more privacy this way. The other reason—Mom has a picturesque view from her bedroom window. It’s the…

Mom’s Beauty

Gold sunlight poured through my open slider door and across my desk. I shuffled through the stack of papers and receipts in search of the doctor’s notes, leaflets, costs of Durable Medical Equipment for Mom. Found the folder! Let’s see…over-bed table, no. Transport chair, no. I tapped my teeth with my pen and a receipt fluttered to the…