In an earlier post, I wrote about my father’s diagnosis of Alzheimer’s Disease. I had planned to write more about him and his life, but found it too painful at that time. This week, I have missed him even more than usual, and found myself wanting to write more. Sometimes I feel guilty writing about… Continue reading Family Secrets
It began one afternoon while my husband David and I were playing catch in the church yard across the street. Just a small cramp in my left side, accompanied by a strange pain in my left shoulder. It intensified, and I told my husband about it. He suggested we go inside and relax with a… Continue reading Relief
We live on a private lake, in a neighborhood governed by a homeowners’ association. There are rules here, and the residents are expected to follow them. For the most part, it works pretty well. Once in awhile, we catch someone who doesn’t live here fishing, or using a dumpster to dispose of their trash. If… Continue reading Not In My Back Yard
I spend a lot of energy being afraid. I have always been a “worrier”, indeed, as an adult anxiety is probably the emotion with which I am most familiar. My worries can range from the very unimportant (what should I prepare for our meal?) to fear over catastrophic events (what if my husband has a… Continue reading It’s out of control
As I think about getting older, and trying to do so with grace, I think about the ways I spend my time. Not having the commitment of employment or the responsibilities of raising young children leaves me with the privilege of deciding what to do with my time. It is true that as one gets… Continue reading But is it enough?
My friend asked me the other day if I had “hit the speed limit”. I had no idea what she was talking about, since I was at the local farmer’s market, and nowhere near my car. Then it hit me. My birthday had been the day before, and she was asking me if I had… Continue reading Hitting the Speed Limit
My blog is about evolving from one particular “phase” into, or through, the next as seemlessly as possible. Just moving. No phases necessary. And mostly, to do so with grace. While my desire to accomplish this is sincere, it is clear that it is much more challenging than I first considered. It gets down to… Continue reading Regressing?