Dementia Diary A Caregiver’s Dream (Nightmare) We were walking on a pristine frozen mountain lake. The ice was clear and smooth as glass. The sun peaked over the mountain warming
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The Brick Pathway, A Tribute to my fatherThe Brick Pathway, A Tribute to my father
My father built a brick walkway from the back door of his house in Tennessee to the driveway. He was proud of that walkway and so was I. I’ve
De`ja` vuDe`ja` vu
I passed his door that was slightly ajar. A strong feeling that I had been there before swept over me. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes closed so he could
The MaskThe Mask
I always wear a helmet when I ride a motorcycle. I still have a motorcycle helmet that bears the scars intended for my skull. I always wear a seatbelt
Visited by an AngelVisited by an Angel
l Angels don’t come with wings and harps, they come as every-day people that make a difference. I am currently spending the quarantine taking care of my ninety-two-year old father
The Dad diariesThe Dad diaries
From where I sit at the table I can see his silhouette through the pale night light. The oxygen generator hums softly in the background like a softer version
19291929
1929 Nineteen twenty-nine is remembered in infamy for the global stock market crash that plunged the world into the Great Depression. This is about a different, more personal event that
They Called My Mamma BulldogThey Called My Mamma Bulldog
They Called My Mamma Buldog I wanted to post this for Mother’s Day. It isn’t the usual sentimental note but it reflects what it was like for her growing up