Right before Christmas, I spontaneously answered an appeal from an organization I’ve been a part of since 1991. They’ve changed their name in an effort to reposition the invisible malady we share. The idea was to spread the word about ME/CFS (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) by asking ten people to donate twelve dollars each to
October 26, 2014 I had an insight this morning: Mom “reaching out” from her 79-year-old vantage point, longing to share, impart, connect with the subsequent generations of her family. We roll our eyes, take in some things, but hurriedly, slightly irritated at the incessantness of it all. Some stories some of us have heard a
In six weeks, I’ll be a grandmother, and I don’t really know what to think about that. Everyone says, “Congratulations! It’s so much fun being a grandmother! Bet you can’t wait to get your hands on that baby!” I do love babies. I consider “the nurturing mother” my strongest archetype. Yet for some reason, the
Prompt: 10 minutes: "somewhere else…" Somewhere Else Somewhere else is where I went when I tried to relax yesterday. Get it? Tried to relax! Who else has to try to relax? Have I been uptight my whole life? Has the need to appear confident, in control, “together” ruled my life all these decades? No, surely
November, being the month of Thanksgiving and all, inspires many folks to record a list of things for which they are grateful. Also, November is the lead-in to Advent, when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, the ultimate gift for those of the Christian faith, which tends to also turn our hearts outward toward thinking
I'm "Pressing" this, meaning I did not write this post, but I do think it is interesting reading, especially for parents of teenagers. Those years can be rough - for parents of both teenage sons AND daughters. My heart goes out to all of you, including those teenagers trying desperately to figure out who they
July 9, 2013 Prompt: 15 minutes: “supposed to” Supposed To She was supposed to get a lot accomplished today, piles of vacation mail littering the kitchen counter, dirty clothes on the laundry room floor, wilting calla lily plants screaming for water from their old pots, long leaves drooping. She turns the pots occasionally, angling them
This made me laugh out loud remembering how, in 1986, I painstakingly typed out on my big old Apple Macintosh then printed out on my big old dot matrix printer about 3 full pages of instructions regarding the care and feeding of my first child at age six months when we left her with her
July 8, 2013 Prompt: 15 min “Shatter” Shatter Shatter. Shatter the glass ceiling, we women were offered, encouraged to do when we were mere girls living in a man’s world. The 1960’s, ’70’s, a time when, every now and then, a brave soul would rise up to shatter the glass ceiling previously owned, dominated by
From my writer friend, Carol Henderson, with whom I share a mother's heart at all times. Thanks for sharing yours with us, Carol. 4, 3, 2, 1.
