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
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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.
Summer in the Country
They must have been dreaming of living there. There must have been dreams.
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.
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
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
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 