Beginning Anew

Which of these are most interesting for you?  More details to come later. I’m out walking, working out, then heading home to read this lovely (rainy) summer morning.  http://www.pbs.org/the-great-american-read/books/#/

A trip to Macy’s to see marionettes in the windows, chestnuts popping in a fire grate before being scooped up in newspaper cones, sparkling lights glinting off of tinseled street decorations: Yes, every cliche of the holiday becomes real in memories.  Ahem, let me clarify that. Such memories are cliche for only those of us fortunate…

Sunday, December 10th, found me ironing name tags into clothing, working on the new telephone number, and fumbling with a few basic comforts. Ceci and I had moved in a few items just a few days before, my brothers-in-law Joel and Sam had brought Mom’s warm electric chair not even 24 hours earlier, my husband…

This past year, 2017, was upside down for me just as it was for many others. Still recovering from my 2016 brain aneurysm, my greatest challenge was searching for a new home for Mom. Where to go? What safe options were available?  Why were we as a family straining to come together, and what could we…

I’m taking a workshop class on Saturday mornings from 10:00 – 1:00, the time I used to begin grading essays with a sigh. The class is about writing memoirs, and we have met twice so far with only two more classes to come. 10 – 12 pages is our final goal. Yes, I’ll have it…

It’s a tiny living room in our small house. For weeks after I returned home, these were my safe world.  In truth, Steve was more worried about my world being dangerous than I was, but I was happy to be home so went along with the worrying. I slept on the couch, not too far…