I always struggle with Mother’s Day reflections. If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you already know that…
A couple of weeks ago, when my (wonderful) massage therapist was working her magic on my wounded body, she said…
Last weekend was my first time to visit my 85-year-old mother in four months. For the past five years or…
Hi, Miss Susan. This is the nurse at Lakeland Nursing Home. I’m calling about your mother. These calls come fairly…
I spent a good bit of yesterday writing. I really did. Several hours with butt in chair working on novel…
My plan for today’s post has changed. If you read Friday’s post, you know that’s I’ve recently re-discovered Thomas Moore’s…
I made another 400-mile round trip yesterday, to visit my mother in the nursing home in Jackson, Mississippi. I’ve been…
I’m about to leave Jackson for Memphis this morning, after a week of being here with Mom while she was…
Of course it was Bette Davis, not me, who came up with that saying, but I can testify to it,…
My mom, Effie Johnson, is almost 85 years old and in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s disease. Until a few…