The Meems

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...

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

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...

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...

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...

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

This photo sums up Meems' existence. She's become a cuddly lump of blankets in a hushed room with soft rays of sunlight filtering...

"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...

Alan and I flew to Chicago yesterday for a visit with our firstborn. It’s been a weird trip so far. Two Days Ago: Alan called me at...

Now that Meems has entered into the Age of Slumber, not much happens in her day to day world. Her "present tense" has dwindled...

Please indulge me another "blast from the past." This happened nine years ago when Meems decided it was time to move to Lubbock. I have...

Note: I started looking over my old, dusty blog, "Finding the Funny" the other day. Some of you who are new to the Meems Scene may be...

It had been a long, long time since I had received a letter. A real letter handwritten on pretty stationery. When I saw the return...

Meems' world is quiet and still. The woman who used to call me to tell me all about her dream the night before and what each lady at...

The summer after my fifth grade year, my parents divorced. The year was 1969. Meems, Kathy (my younger sister) and I moved to Waco to...

A few days ago, a friend shared a picture of one of her favorite sentimental Christmas decorations. Hers was an old photo of "Mawmaw and...

During the time that Meems was still highly verbal but dementia recycled her thoughts like broken records, she told this story often. ...

Last Sunday, Alan and I slipped into Meems' room during nap time. She was fully enjoying some mighty sweet slumber. Since the move to...

I woke up early this morning and opened the Amazon box that contained my newest toy. A baby monitor. Make that a Meems monitor. Meems'...