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
Family
An Old Marriage
It was her foolishness, this idea of sitting on the grass. I wondered if he was thinking that. Maybe she was thinking it too.
Home Wife
A poem from my old life
Praying was Unexpected
I was brought up to politely dismiss other people's faith.
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.
Alice and the Pedophile
When you find out what he did, you may wonder how I could have kept the worry beads. But I keep lots of things. I worried the beads for years. I still have a few, one placed in a homemade dream catcher that gives me no dreams.
Summer in the Country
They must have been dreaming of living there. There must have been dreams.
Grandmas
I only had one grandmother that I remember that was a full bodied person who lived in society and that was my Grandma Margaret, my mom's father's second wife. They named me after her, as far as I can tell, though not much was made of that and my parents were strict in their use of Meg instead of Margaret.
For my Lost Friend
Sometimes you lose a friend because you grow apart, and sometimes there is a misunderstanding or a great betrayal. But you can also just plain lose someone.
Empty Nests
I was 30 for my first pregnancy and now I am 60. I am not going to say where did the time go? I won't say it.
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 