When they say empty nest, do they mean to paint such a sad picture? Is it an abandoned nest? Is it broken, or infested with bugs? Maybe it is quiet and warm. Pretty, full of colour and spots to lie down and rest. It is quiet though and there are ghosts flitting about, children in … Continue reading Moving through time
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Death Doula
Now I am in my sixties and guess what? I have no interest in birthing anymore. Not surprisingly I have become more interested in death. Who would think it!
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 