5 years old: I stood and stared, for hours, out of the window of our New York apartment building waiting for my father to show up. It was my birthday. He never showed up. I don’t remember much about New York, but I remember looking out of that window for a long time. I remember... Continue Reading →
Forgiveness. Perspective. How I Came to Love My Mother
“She’s not my mom. She just gave birth to me.” That’s what I told the judge. I was 13 yrs old and had recently run away from the children’s home. He gave me the option to go back, live with my mom or put myself in foster care. Going back was not an option because... Continue Reading →
Mom’s Curious Foot Condition
English is not mom’s first language and though she can speak English well, she sometimes gets her words mixed up. When teaching people how to crochet, she will often point to a book and tell them to look at the diaphragm. Sometimes she helps with groceries and buys paper toilet for the bathrooms and Fruit... Continue Reading →
Temporary Recognition
Janie came here often. Almost every day. She'd take all the time it needed. It broke her heart to try, but she needed that Temporary recognition. If she was lucky she'd get 5 minutes of her mom back before the Alzheimer walls snapped back up and made her a stranger again. via Daily Prompt: Temporary
Mom’s Obsession With 3-D Glasses
My mom is easy to make happy. Brunch, dinner, shopping (window shopping), a movie or a new plant will usually make her day. Every now and then we make time some of this and have a mother/daughter date. Her favorite thing to do is watch a good movie. You can count on her to go... Continue Reading →
Be nice. Your Life Depends on it.
It seems that I am not the nicest person when I wake in the morning or when roused from sleep at anytime. While most people need a few minutes, hours even, to get their thoughts together when the first rolling out of bed. I've learned I have to work on being nice–I've learned, from my... Continue Reading →
Flowers for Mom
About 5 years before my mother retired she asked if she could live with me. It was important to her to spend time with me because she missed time with me growing up. The first year that she lived with me I kept constant watch on her, worried there might be a sudden decline in health or... Continue Reading →