My grandmother has been in a rehab facility for a few weeks rebuilding strength after a hospital stay and once again I find myself challenging my thoughts on aging. Watching my mom, aunt and uncle, Grandma’s children, trying to make decisions about her is really stressful. I don’t mean to sound like such a drama queen but watching Grandma seem…
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My teen is…a teen. The Bee does her own thing, texting with friends, curled up with a notebook, scribbling the latest chapter in her epic story or doing some complicated thing on the computer that makes me wish I had paid more attention to the typing lessons offered at school. She’s mostly independent and mostly hidden in her room until we…
I did not realize how much I was dependent on having a soundtrack to my day until I came home for lunch one day and PECO was doing some work on my street. The power was out, I had left my phone in the car and my tablet at the library since this was supposed to be a quick trip…
This post was originally going to be an ode to my teen’s hot and cold mood swings but the words for THAT post just didn’t flow. I could go on and on about my teen driving me nuts but there are moments which make me realize that it’s not all bad and I exhale. The Bee, for sure, causes me lots…
In which I come to terms with the truth that I know “nothing ’bout birthin’ no babies!” This was my plan for The Bee’s delivery: A book to read while I had contractions. My sister had been sent home so many times due to false labor that she delivered Pop in the parking lot. I was determined NOT to…