How could she know that pancakes would forever be linked to her grandchildren’s memory of her? When losing someone is a process, memories come slowly flowing back, regardless of age. As we lose my mother-in-law to the quicksand of Alzheimer’s, each of us remembers differently her personality, her love, her place in our lives. And… Continue reading A simple memory

What we remember is not always true. And what truth actually is might not always be what we wish to remember. When my children were little and I was younger, life itself was overwhelming. Downtime didn’t exist. Grocery shopping was something I squeezed in after everyone else was tucked in for the night. Girls Night… Continue reading The clouded memory

What a difference a year makes. The dread of his inauguration in 2017 lead to fear, loathing, dread, more fear, resistance, more loathing, resignation and then renewed resistance. And all that even before he took up residency in the White House, and all that just in my little home. The DC Women’s March of 2017… Continue reading Change

I’m a fixer. I like to fix things, solve problems, troubleshoot, all good traits in an employee, an employer, an event planner, a fundraiser, but not always good in a parent. I’m also a pretty good listener, and people love to talk to me, to share their problems, to share their ideas, concerns, dreams and… Continue reading Just to be present