I was talking to a woman who works with military personnel. She asked if I could schedule an event from 13:00 to 16:00 for her. Then she apologized for using military time. I laughed. I learned to tell time by military time. When my first-grade class was learning to tell time, we were strictly analog.... Continue Reading →
Dan and Mom in Space
Today, Wally Funk, 82, became the oldest person to fly in suborbital space. She trained as an astronaut in the 60s when women were not allowed to become astronauts. As I was watching, I couldn't help but think of Dan and mom one Christmas. Dan was fascinated with space exploration. He was going to be... Continue Reading →
Shopping with mom was always an adventure. She hated shopping from the time she was a little girl, she hated shopping. Her mother would take her to the store to buy a new bonnet and the sales people would oooh and aaah over the chubby baby. Mamie (mom's mom) would set her up on the... Continue Reading →
A living memorial? Or a home?
Several months after mom's death, I sorted through clothes and some personal items, but I never quite go around to going through the bulk of what was left behind. I moved into the bedroom and that was about it. It was beginning to feel like a living memorial to mom. Not only is mom not... Continue Reading →
I've always been one for symbolism, patterns and signs from the cosmos. When the stars align, everything feels "right." Of course, mom was there when I took my first breath. That I was there for her last and it was just the two of us at the end, felt right. So, scattering mom's ashes on... Continue Reading →
I saw this cartoon on Facebook. It got me thinking about mom and her misunderstanding of lyrics she'd heard. It started with CCR's "There's a Bathroom on the Right" ("There's a Bad Moon on the Rise"), through Jimmy's " 'Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy" (" 'Scuse Me While I Kiss The Sky), all... Continue Reading →