Dealing with the loss of my wonderful mother in my own way.
Her hands were just like mine. I like to wear her puffy, black, fleece mittens. I rub the fabric and picture her hands with the thick, gold wedding band on her left ring finger. I keep the mittens in her blue Honda Accord which I bought from my dad. I prefer to drink my coffee … Continue reading
I’ve cleared out the attic, which was no small task. I’ve washed everything and I’m getting it ready for a big garage sale. Just like you used to have when I was a kid. So I’m tagging the old baby blankets but it’s hard to put a price on them. Stacks of pink and green … Continue reading
One week before her 63rd birthday last year, my mom got the worst news from her doctors. We knew, almost for certain, that she had pancreatic cancer again. She had already fought off renal and breast cancers, plus pancreatic cancer once. And now the pain in her back had been there for more than a … Continue reading
On the third ring a bored-sounding but polite woman answered the phone. “Dr. Alaska’s office, this is Kay speaking, how may I help you?” “Hello Kay, my name is Mary and I’m a patient of Dr. Alaska’s, I’d like to make an appointment.” “It looks like Dr. Alaska doesn’t have an opening until the end … Continue reading
This is a repost , originally published by Contrary Mom on July 26, 2013. “When we go school shopping, I want to get new sneakers,” Layla says. “My pink ones are getting too small.” My heart starts racing. “We can get new ones,” I tell her. But I probably sound like a zombie, like I have a million … Continue reading
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