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” …