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.
Family
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.
My Sad Couches
I curse my couch. I curse all four of my couches. They say so much about me. Too much. And I am not pleased about what they say. Why can't I have really nice couch, in my lifetime? I am feeling that my deeply held desire for a comfortable good looking couch is heading into … Continue reading My Sad Couches
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
Protecting my Child against Bullies
The world changed and all of a sudden we were living in a world of exclusion and discrimination.
Lies I tell to Myself
She starts to giggle and her head blurs as she leans over in laughter, looking back at the camera, her giggling silently intensifies until tears are streaming from her smiling eyes, crescents of sparkle, flashing green through her long eyelashes.
January 2016
I feel like this will be the longest winter in history. I have been spinning in time since my son went to college. The Old Bitch Above saw it was wise to keep me busy so she gave me two night jobs through the summer to distract me from my thoughts. But now it is fall … Continue reading January 2016
About the Cha Cha Cha Changes
Everybody's change is different. But change we do; we do change. Adolescence is the first change. Little children start to morph right before our eyes. Tiny waif like boys fill out, voices dropping, shoulders forming. Girls grow curves and budding breasts and the chemistry begins. So we could … Continue reading About the Cha Cha Cha Changes
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 