Near Miss

They called it a near miss, but I called it strategic planning. “What are you doing, G?” “Admiring my recent work, dear sister.” The dark slits of her eyes narrowed as her chest heaved in disbelief. “Seriously? Why would you admire this work? It’s uninteresting and has no meaning.” “No meaning? Of course it has meaning,” he said as he smoothed insulted gray hair. “I don’t get it.” “I’m strategic in the placement. It’s exactly where it’s supposed to be,Read more

One-Liner Wednesday: Steak

I went to visit mom this past Monday afternoon, on my birthday. Even though mom has been calling me by her sister’s name of late, I felt the need to share this day with her – to bring mom a piece of cheesecake and have one of our “usual” conversations. I had no expectations that September 26th would be of any significance in her mind or that she would remember my actual name. It didn’t matter. If mom would haveRead more

Let it Be

Mom speaks words of wisdom and she doesn’t know it. It’s wisdom for her daughter. To let it be. I’ve been reticent to write about mom for several weeks. Her dementia has been in a darker place of late, filled with anxiety and worry and sadness. It was only this past Thursday, when I paid a special visit to the woman who still clutches the ratty black sweater, that she seemed in a better place. Mom appeared more alert thanRead 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

In my dreams, I envision a place. This is the place of my dreams, but it is not I do not want to be here, in the countryside Green pastures are of no use to me My dreams they are of family Wanting to be with family Walking barefoot through the garden Watching the men spread asphalt in the alley The smell of wine coming from the basement The smell of a German mother’s cooking emanating from the kitchen MyRead more