In my bedroom, I continued my morning of packing. "I dreamed about moving boxes last night, honey." I called out, then coughed, and wiped the drops of sweat from under my bangs, between taping up the umpteenth brown, cardboard, square thing. The word, "box," had choked me. Out in the living room, an object dragged... Continue Reading →
Morphine or Milkshake? Caregiving, Short Story
Heavenly Hand, Short Story in Bethany House's Heaven Sightings Compilation
#alzheimersawarenessmonth #FAMILY #caregiving My reusable plastic shopping bags crinkled when I set them on my kitchen counter. I leaned over it and peeked into the living room. Yep, hubby is napping in his recliner. Voices echoed inside my Mom's room. I opened the door, and discovered Sis bent over Mom laying a wet towel on... Continue Reading →
#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... Continue Reading →
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 →
