It’s been that kind of week

“If I see another bunny or squirrel run across my desk, I’m gonna shoot it.” (Spoken to a fellow employee by Yours Truly) Before anyone calls PETA or Dan summons The Editor, let me explain. It’s been that kind of week. A bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel week. There’s a lot going on. I love chocolate chip mint coconut milk ice cream. Costco is out of my Mediterranean salad mix. Ugh. I almost forgot to write aRead more

“I don’t know…”

Time spent with mom has been alternately difficult and smile-inducing the past few weeks. She falls deeper into a mind that forgets days and dates and confuses the people that have consumed her life. Her world-in-the-now grows smaller as her world from the past paints the larger portion of her landscape. I repeat (several times) to mom the day of the week that I’m there to visit and the month of my birthday. And of my brother’s birthday. Mom believes that she missedRead more

Pauline’s Dream Revised

Back in August, 2014, I wrote a poem called Pauline’s Dream. You can read it HERE. For the Day 5 poetry challenge of Fog/Elegy/Metaphor, I chose to rewrite this poem and the words, but tell the same story. For those of you who are not regular readers, my mom is 95 and suffers from the effects of dementia. When Ben suggested fog as a mental state, this was a natural response. This is the place of my dreams, but itRead more