How is it that we arrived at this place; so quickly arrived, here. Already, God? Inevitably, I knew the time would come. But so soon? My son does not find it cool to speak to his mother in public places anymore. I thought I had a few years left of being a real human. He …
Life is, among other things, a series of real-life vignettes that are played over in our minds, after the fact. It is our interpretation of these cameos that influences what our life looks like, in living colour. Last night, I was talking to my husband about our marriage, and he commented that he has many …
I wake before the alarm sounds to a little body clinging to mine like glue, moulded against my form. I am gripping the side of the bed as if my life depended on it. I feel like I have a giant mud sucker attached to my back. I get my bearings, stretch and make the …
Strangest question I was asked , twice, today: “Mom did, Grammie ever swallow pencil?” (And you want to know this, dear, because….????) “No, MaryAnne. Grammie never swallowed a pencil” “I mean the other Grammie, the one that lives far away. Did she ever swallow a pencil?” “No, your great-Grammie never swallowed a pencil either, MaryAnne.” …
They urgently run in the door looking for cousins. No formal greetings made, there are games waiting to be played and stories to share. Some gather in the T.V. room and get sidetracked with a show while others rush outside to the swings. Two wait impatiently for a game of Risk, two go upstairs to …