My brother Donald was a person who walked to the beat of his own drummer. He even had Little Drummer Boy as a music box in his teddy bear. He was willful, stubborn and shockingly never wrong in his 48 years on the earth. You could ask him; he would tell you. When he wentContinue reading “Chains and Rabbits”
Category Archives: Mom
Chantilly Lace
Trips I found fun. And I liked how they led themselves to more information. Smaller details or even more granular emotions. If you are struggling, don’t give up. Just try for one this month or pick one of our last few month prompts (items is a good one) and get started again. *** My motherContinue reading “Chantilly Lace”
Scones
If you had asked me 15 years ago my dream vacation location, I would have said Ireland. If you asked today, I would say Ireland. Unless it is the middle of winter and I just finished shoveling snow and then I would say any warm island. When I returned from my trip those many yearsContinue reading “Scones”
Gravy
I come from a long line of people who can make really good white sauce and gravy from, well to be honest, it seemed like flour, milk and magic. There was never any measuring going on. It was a plop of this, spoon of that. It was just use the “fixin’s” or the left overContinue reading “Gravy”
Mom – Rocking Chair Edition
My mother whistled it seemed, constantly. If I ever lost her in a store, I would just listen for whistling. I learned it meant that all was well in her world. I am not even sure I could pinpoint an actual song or tune, I am sure she knew it, it just wasn’t common toContinue reading “Mom – Rocking Chair Edition”
Rule of Three
It seems my ability to create and write resembles the method in which most squirrels try and cross the road. In fits and starts. Turning round and heading back only to pivot and return. I think of and write in my head lovely topics at 2am, only to have them escape except but for theContinue reading “Rule of Three”
Boxes in the Attic
Sometimes when I am up in my attic, I feel guilt. I have at least three boxes of stuff that my mom wanted to keep. When she moved out of her small two-bedroom house into a shared room in a nursing home, there were twelve boxes of things I hauled to my house and keptContinue reading “Boxes in the Attic”
Cenotaph
Once upon a time, I had no idea what this word meant, and my brother explained it to me an outrageously condescending tone. It was so belittling that to this day, I use the word and then immediately give the definition, so no one feels like bottom of the shoe scum like I did thatContinue reading “Cenotaph”
French Toast
I have been craving French Toast for at least four weeks. And I thought I wanted that nice fat Texas Toast you get in the mom and pop breakfast places that you only find when you are on vacation and not really looking. I wanted melted butter and (don’t judge me) fake syrup to smotherContinue reading “French Toast”
Oh, This is Sure Stirring Up Some Ghosts for Me*
If I try to picture my brain, it is filled with banker boxes. Probably because I spend 20+ years of my life in a very paper heavy profession (only to join a more paper heavy profession) that required we hold all forms for 7+ years. Hence, I am very familiar with storing in banker boxesContinue reading “Oh, This is Sure Stirring Up Some Ghosts for Me*”
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