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October 21, 2019

But first...many of you have tentatively asked how Meems is doing.  I say "tentatively" because it's been a while since my last update, and, sometimes the enquirer will ask with a look that says, "Did she die and I missed the post?"  Fear not.  You have missed nothing....

September 6, 2019

That was then.  This is most of the time.

People often ask me how Meems is doing.  I need to start pulling out my phone and showing this picture.  It sums up how she is "doing."  It's hard to put words to it.  "Eating and sleeping."  "In bed twenty-three out of every tw...

July 1, 2019

Yesterday, I entered Mom’s cozy little room, set down the insulated fabric picnic hamper that now serves as my embroidery basket, and then, knelt to to be on eye level with my sleepyheaded mother. 

“Hey, Mom, I’m Carolyn, you’re daughter.”

She knows me about 1 out o...

June 20, 2019

I did something rather odd this morning.  I trudged upstairs to the attic, retrieved a wrinkled, ancient chambray shirt from the color-coded storage tub carefully labeled "cel - High School," tromped back downstairs with the 47-year-old relic in tow, set up the ironing...

June 14, 2019

I was fifteen years old the first time that I thought that my mother was at death's door.  It was the summer of 1971.  Mom had just come home from the hospital after major surgery - a hysterectomy.  Aunt Wanda and Uncle Bill spent the afternoon with us making sure that...

June 5, 2019

The breath had almost totally left her body. She was as white as snow. And then she completely pulled back from death and stood up and put on her clothes and began to cook for everyone in the house. The mourners. And me. And herself! She ate a meal that would choke a p...

June 1, 2019

My sister, Kathy, taught me to "find the funny" in life.  Back in the day, we laughed with each other and at each other until we were breathless with tears streaming down our faces. It was the kind of laughter that tends to continue to bubble up throughout the day trig...

May 11, 2019

Broken home. I heard those words during homeroom my senior year of high school - 1975 - in reference to me.  My face burned hot with embarrassment. 

Sharanda Reed was tall and thin. She wore a patterned peasant top with bell-bottomed, low-slung jeans that were...

May 3, 2019

This photo sums up Meems' existence.  She's become a cuddly lump of blankets in a hushed room with soft rays of sunlight filtering through the venetian blinds.  Muffled sounds of other residents with their TVs tuned in to the Hallmark movie channel filter down the hall...

April 8, 2019

"Why am I in prison?" Meems asked in a quiet, flat voice while pensively chewing on a tiny bite of a donut hole.

Huh?!

My brows wrinkled as I leaned in closer and asked, "What did you say, Mom?"

Again, flat and matter of fact.  "Why am I in prison?"

Within a split sec...

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Jesus lovin' west texas woman.

wife of superman. mother of men.

becoming my mother.

becoming the meems.

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