Babblings

40 years ago my mother’s death split my family apart like a land mine. We were never the same, never quite as close, never fully a family. Until my brother died 10 years ago, and we realized what we had missed. Everything. The day to day of sharing and interacting with those who have known…

I write mostly to make sense of life. And tonight is no different. A few days ago, my wonderful sister and I were talking, as we so often do, about our mother. My sister was struggling with the fact that my mother was never able to experience being a grandparent and that her children didn’t…

Mothers don’t always give birth to us. They don’t always raise us. Mom moments, though sometimes lost to the giver, remain memorable to the recipient. Moms are all-in when they need to be and are likely never minor characters, at least temporarily. Sometimes, perhaps oftentimes, mothers are simply there when we need them. And, at…

I’ve made no secret of this being a ridiculously challenging year for Steve and me health wise. I do tend to overshare when I write.  We have faced vision loss, major surgery, challenges to our independence, both lifelong and life altering health challenges. Right now, though, I’m looking at a photo of my sleeping grandchildren,…

Today’s beauty surprise: an angry rash on my shins on top of the weight gain that seems to have settled into my lower thighs.  When I was a teenager, I was always too fat. In my 20s, I wasn’t blonde. In my 30s, I was back to feeling fat. At 40, I remember so little…