My Angel

I had somehow gotten to the age of 22 without making enemies. I was the wholesome, fun, pleasant, never critical, girl-next-door type. In fact, I worked hard at being agreeable, and was under the illusion that everyone liked me. That was extremely important to me. I had grown up absorbing the message that what others … Continue reading My Angel

My Oasis

There’s a cozy corner in my room that is all mine.  This is where restoration takes place. The back of my glider is kitty corner to two walls and just close enough to the bed for me to use it’s corner as my ottoman. A floor lamp to my right, a little table with a … Continue reading My Oasis

No “Do-Over” …

“It’s terrible. I can’t even remember my own grandchildren’s names,” my father lamented to me. It was only a few months after he had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s that I sat with him after Thanksgiving dinner. With shoulders hunched forward and tears glistening, he looked on from the dining table as his six rambunctious grandchildren … Continue reading No “Do-Over” …