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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

Mom’s Pilfer Permission

#family #TreasureHunt #caregivers Mom's health is vastly changed since last year's 89th birthday. She's still a little sweetie, and she's as easy to enjoy as a pint of mint chip ice cream. Her pain level and mobility keep her in bed and a wheelchair more often. We needed some equipment to improve daily function. Like a bedside... Continue Reading →

Mom Giggled

Poor Mom. Her back is giving her "fits." She's been resting in bed this past week. We've been doing everything we can think of to help her manage the pain. I entered her room with supplies, "Time to freeze yourself." Mom lay against her pillows in her queen size bed. "It's that time again?" It's been... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

Mom Reads Signs

Mom, a non-driver for her entire life, reads signs out loud to us—one of her favorite pastimes while riding in our car's backseat next to her walker. (My sweet mom's hearing is a little decreased, too). #caregiver Here’s a portion of our conversation on the way home from the restaurant tonight— Mom: “Pick and Pull?... Continue Reading →

Book Launch!

Another short story published in an Inspire #Anthology is humbling. I enjoy friendship with some of the people in the group, and being a part of this book with talented writers in the region. Message to "future" writers—grab courage, override your shaking hands and knocking knees to join a writer's society, a critique group...then go... Continue Reading →

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