Tag Archives: Mother

Hooray for May

Ah, May – three little letters that knock me to my knees, every single year. I keep telling myself this year will be better, it won’t hit me so hard. I’m always wrong. My Poppa died in May. He died … Continue reading

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My mother’s hands

I glanced down at my hands tonight, while I was typing some notes for my class.   I stopped typing.   I took a breath.   I had seen my hands grow old, seen the wrinkles and creases that weren’t … Continue reading

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Pennies

Every now and again, I ask my mother for help. Actually, I ask for her help on a daily basis – doubting that I will ever fully recover from her death, I find ways to connect with her still. Before … Continue reading

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Ouch

This smoosh face – hard to believe he could whip me around and yank me so out of joint that I’m hurting badly and can’t wait till wednesday when I have an appointment with the chiro. This is the same … Continue reading

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