Goodbye, February

Goodbye, February. It is hard to believe that February is the shortest month when it seems like an endless slog of darkness, illness and cold. However, as it finally draws to a close, I think I have the discovered a cosmic February balance. Each of the “bad” things, the dramas, hassles and irritants have been …

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My mother and her husband have moved to a nursing home. His failing health and her increasing dementia had made their home situation untenable. I can acknowledge that the last several years have been just short of hell. Now, they are content and are getting better care than was possible at home. Nonetheless, my sadness …

Joan

This is the story of Joan, also know as Hannie. Joan was my husband’s mother. I never met her and there are few people alive who remember her. She is one of Lo’s great grandmothers and, for that reason among many, deserves to be remembered. Unlike Lo’s great-great grandmother Dorothy who I remember vividly, I …

Tiny Miracles

New Englanders know that Spring time is the most ethereal of seasons, arriving overnight with summertime temperatures, a diminishing pile of dirty snow, a long list of chores- indoors and out, and that which springs eternal. The hopeful things can be small and you need to pay attention. Visiting my mother yesterday, it was hard …

Blessings

Year around, I try to remind myself to count my multitude of blessings. But perhaps in the days leading up to Thanksgiving, maybe, just maybe, I was a little too focused on making the focaccia to make into croutons to make into stuffing, or polishing my husband’s mother’s silver, or figuring out how to fit …