Elvis Has Left the Building

Last night was the annual barbecue at my mother’s nursing home. Though we visit regularly, I make it a point to go to these, because the alternative is the thought of my mother sitting alone and unattended in a sea of cohorts who laugh, and smile, and remember with their own families. So each August we…

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There Are No Words. Just Gratitude.

It is not often I am without words. In fact, I am not sure it has ever happened before.  I have wanted to write this post for days, but couldn’t, because there were no words. Other senses have left me before – anger once left me sitting on the side of the road in my…

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Dealing With the Devil

I haven’t had a medical procedure performed in 22 years. This is a significant fact because by now I should be nearly bionic. I should have had both knees replaced, a shoulder surgery, a hip replacement and a replacement to a previous hip replacement. One would think, based on the list, that I had some…

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Introducing: The Look of Death

My mother had this look. My brother and I called it The Look of Death. To be on the receiving end of it meant that the fury of nine Hells was about to be visited upon us. We didn’t always know what we’d done, but the look alone has been enough to prompt tears, without…

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Busting Out of the Great Pretend

Pretty much everyone has a milestone marker – a pivot point from which there is a before and an after. Marriage, divorce, a move, the birth of a child, a hard decision – whatever the event, it’s a post against which time is measured. For me, as it is a lot of women, it’s the…

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Mother’s Day, From the Middle of the Sandwich

Today is Mother’s Day. It’s one of the days I am most aware of the compression that comes from being the center of this generational sandwich. I’m a Mom, I should have something lovely today. And of course, there’s my Mom. She deserves something lovely, too. But in a foul turn, my little guy is…

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