The Meems

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Yesterday was amazing. The air was cool. The fountain was gurgling. I was surrounded by three people who knew my mother the very best ...

Yesterday, I did something new. I gift-wrapped my mother. Let me explain. Alan went by the funeral home to pick up "Meems." That was a...

Mom's home on Rockview Drive in Waco had a garage-turned-screened-in-porch that overlooked her lush backyard. The reason I know that the...

So this week it happened. Meems relinquished her withered and worn little body and entered into the full glory of God. On Tuesday, July ...

This marks the eve of the 365-day anniversary of Meems' "Transitioning" to Heaven. On March 16th, 2020 I decided to no longer kiss her s...

"How does goulash sound for when it's my turn to make Sunday night supper for the youth group?" Meems was like that. She planned her sp...

I didn't decorate the house for Easter this year which is saying a lot because I have amassed a considerable amount of vintage Easter dec...

[I wrote this in 2015 just after I moved Mom into memory care which is its own kind of quarantine. It reminds me to look for the good th...

Many of you have asked how Meems is doing and whether or not I've been able to visit her. She spends each day in a state of suspended an...

My mother met Leonard in September of 2010. I wrote this blog post in April of 2011. It marked the beginning of a dear, dear relationsh...

On Thursday, January 9, 2020, Helen Katherine Williams Kinzbach, aka The Meems, turned 94 years old. NINE-TEE-FOUR. It was a low-key aff...

We sat in a park watching our toddlers sliding down the small red plastic slide and scooting through the little yellow tunnel. As mother...

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, a...

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 ...

Yesterday, I entered Mom’s cozy little room, set down the insulated fabric picnic hamper that now serves as my embroidery basket, and the...

I did something rather odd this morning. I trudged upstairs to the attic, retrieved a wrinkled, ancient chambray shirt from the color-co...

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 ...

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 bre...