The Working Girl’s Purse

The last “mom” post was in August, when she turned 99. Not much has happened since, other than she keeps eating, drinking coffee and taking lots of naps. She’s having a hard time holding her head up as this is one of the effects of dementia – her brain is forgetting to tell her body what to do. When I visit, I never know if she is going to be alert or have a sleepy day. The most recent visitRead more

Violated by Age

I was violated last week. Rather, the credit card issued to me by my employer was violated. The fraud unit called Friday and left a message. I returned the call Monday morning. The woman on the other line asked a few questions. To verify it was me. Then she asked a few more questions about the charges. Did you purchase a metal detector? “Yes.” Did you make a purchase on Vaping.com? “No.” (I’m concerned that a hookah may have beenRead more

The Identity of Mary J

“In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity.” ~Erik Erikson~ What is your identity? Do you have a definition of who you are? Are you a unique individual with purple hair and a nose ring or a combination of your parents and life-long experiences? I’m not sure what to say about myself. I’ve been pondering my own identity of late and what that might look like in print. I’llRead more

#WATWB: The Cycles of Love

Those who know me know that I love my bicycle. They know I ride as much as possible in the summer, as it is a passion on two wheels. While attempting to find a positive story for this month’s “We Are the World Blogfest,” I found two local, cycling-related projects that I hope will bring as big a smile to your face as they did mine. Riverview Gardens – Earn a Bike Riverview Gardens is a non-profit organization in Appleton,Read more

And Time Slips Away…

If you check out the comment thread of my last post, between The Master and I, you will see that we both have significant birthdays coming up in 2017. How did I get to be this old? Time slips away, unknowing and unsuspecting. One day I am 25 with a flat stomach and no cellulite and the next I am heading toward the big 6-0, wondering why I can’t lose 5 pounds of flubber around a flubbery midsection to save my soul.Read more

Mom, 95

She was born August 6, 1919. The youngest daughter of 13 children. A beautiful bride in November, 1954. Mother to two bratty kids who are now two bratty adults. Living life one day at a time. Happy 95th Birthday Mom! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoRead more

Margaret

I want to be Margaret…when I am 101 years on this planet. Margaret is a newcomer to the assisted living facility where mom lives. The aides were giving her a tour of the building when I brought mom back from lunch this past Saturday. While mom and another aide proceeded into her room, I was introduced to the smiling little munchkin. “Tell her how old you are!” prompted aide Heather. Margaret smiled coyingly while Heather blurted out, “She’s 101!” “Wow, that’sRead more

The Age of a New Season

We often emphasize age as a number, a calculation of the days, months, and years we’ve been awake and living. Yet, as the saying goes, our age is also a mental state, a series of milestones that remind us of where we’ve been, and where we’re going. I am five years old today. A desire burns to jump into a puddle and soak the shoes on my feet; to skip down the driveway and stop to draw hopscotch squares onRead more