My mom used to love all the TV psychics. My sister and I watched Sylvia Browne with her when we were small. Even as a kid, I was a skeptic. But it didn’t keep me from making a pact of after-death communication with my mom and sister. We brainstormed for days about how we would communicate with … Continue reading
“Well, what do you think of her?” my dad asked. I knew who he was talking about. “I think she’s very nice,” I said. “And what do you say when I’m not around?” he tried to fish for more. I was folding laundry onto the brown, floral print couch and I was suddenly so uncomfortable … 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
Contrary Mom 