I Want My Mother Back
I want my mean, bitchy, drunk mother back. The mother who was depressed and melancholy, who said cruel things about my work and criticized my… Read More »I Want My Mother Back
Boomeranging Into An Empty Nest
I was extremely heartened to read in the New York Times that having a good and open relationship with your kids, one in which you… Read More »Boomeranging Into An Empty Nest
Alone, Again. Naturally.
From my desk, as I sit writing this, I can see the water: the Bull River out beyond a large marsh, the look of which… Read More »Alone, Again. Naturally.
Ships, Harbors, Journeys: Sending my daughter off to college
Setting sail: my daughter and I chart new courses.
Note: Call Doctor Re Memory & Knowledge Loss. Terrified.
There are post-it notes all over my mother’s room at the assisted living place where she has lived since being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in the… Read More »Note: Call Doctor Re Memory & Knowledge Loss. Terrified.
My Mother Has Already Forgotten Thanksgiving
I had this admittedly crazy idea to fly up north and fly with my mother back down to my small Virginia town so that she… Read More »My Mother Has Already Forgotten Thanksgiving