My sister has pulled herself out of a life of drug addiction and street living. In her sixties she finally managed to kick the habit and now lives in assisted living for the elderly in a nice little apartment, enjoying her life. She loves a visit, a meal out, getting her hair done, or just … Continue reading My sister keeps living and loving
Aging
All Present and Accounted For
Sometimes just as I am going to fall asleep I feel my mind turn over and wake up. It clicks into a different gear. Oh no.
Home Wife
A poem from my old life
Still young in spirit, that’s true
During the Christmas holidays this year, I fell asleep to the sound of my three adult children laughing and talking. It was delightful.
Neither Use nor Ornament
I love the saying 'Neither Use nor Ornament' and I think it should be on my tombstone.
Summer Sad
It is often grey, overcast and cool yet muggy. The air is full of the blessed, biting bugs. Everything is damp.
I Do Believe in Science
The blood samples were freshly collected data that was ready to to be analyzed within the context of the bigger longitudinal study. There were so many factors to compare and calculate. This was real science.
Back to Belly Dancing
It is a good thing I stuffed my jingly clothes in a sparkly bag and left it in the back of my wardrobe.
Loving my Sister
Has becoming a senior citizen mellowed my sister? I honestly dare not write about the good fortune of my sister, as I fear I will jinx it. You know how my family is about OBA (the Old Bitch Above) and her unpredictable ways: 'don't get too comfortable, god knows what is around the corner'. That … Continue reading Loving my Sister
Found: something I wrote for my mother when I became a mother
I was complaining about a photo album that I had inherited. I said to my son, this is not mine, really, I inherited it from my mother when she died. I told him, "her friends made her this album when they gave her a surprise party for her 65th birthday. It is mostly pictures of … Continue reading Found: something I wrote for my mother when I became a mother
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 