Burnt Pans

How many frying pans have I burnt this past year? No matter how careful I am to check the burner indicator for which one is ON, it’s wrong. I blame the wacky diagram. My hubby walked into our apartment entry. He paused with the door open and looked down. “You burnt another pan?” He chuckled….

Consent For Publication

June was a very good month. Some of my short stories were accepted by various publishers. I’m humbled when someone else finds the subject of my story as fascinating as I do. Within the next few months, be on the lookout for the anthology title and a Link posted on my Published Page. The desired…

Mom Registers

Doctor appointment day dawned, bright and clear. Sis and I got Mom ready and loaded her into the car with her wheelchair. Mom has “White Coat Syndrome” where her blood pressure goes up when she sees a doctor, but this time, Mom was flat out cheerful. We pushed her down the hallway and registered Mom…

Bookstore Survival

Did you know that at book launches, you can hear an author read a portion of their book? It’s similar to children’s story time at a library. The bookstore is on its way to a tragic extinction. There’s nothing like the aroma of dusty books. Owners of the above store told us that they have…

When Sis Helped

#wheelchair #siblings #caregivers In my family, I’m the baby. Two brothers and one sister. Sis is almost nine-years older than me. She’s the OLDER sister. Mom has been living with me since 2014, when her beloved husband passed away from cancer. She never drove a car, has Alzheimer’s now, and is challenged with walking due…

Grouchy Caregiver

#wheelchair #caregiver Yesterday, was my Grouchy Day. It was one of those times where I wanted to be invisible, or at the very least, hide in my quiet room with a cup of coffee or nap. I didn’t want to hear any other voice, except my own whiny one. My grating voice was quite enough…

Orange Marmalade Chicken

#chicken #diabetes When my lab test results revealed I was heading for diabetes, my doc told me to cut down on my sugar intake. Unfortunately, my taste for sweet didn’t adjust to my lab results. I recreated some of my favorite dishes with lower sugar and carbs. The following recipe feeds some of my cravings…

Winter Chicks

Me, to my friend Suzi—”I love your new hair color! You went natural.” Suzi—”We’re definitely not spring chicks anymore.” Me—”True. I rename us, winter chicks.” When we were spring chickens in college, Suzi’s tresses were golden brown, and mine were blondish. After twenty years of hair color, I went natural, because I was allergic to…

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…