Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Last night (and the night before) Laurel said to me as she went to bed, “I’m sorry if I come in.” Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night with a bad dream and comes in our room. “It’s okay,” I told… Continue Reading “Other Duties As Assigned”
“You’re the lady with the dog,” a woman said to me at church the other day. “The dog with the fish?” I responded, half-questioning, half completing her sentence. “That’s right,” she said excitedly. Our dog is famous around Greene. She carries a toy, usually… Continue Reading “Knowing My Name”
One of the most precious lessons I have learned (and am still learning) from my mother’s Alzheimer’s is not to take things personally. I have such a tendency to do that! When people say or do little things, and sometimes big things, that are… Continue Reading “My Inner Porcupine”