It’s time to put shoes back on!

…my Mom had a rule for her children, well, at least for me, that we couldn’t go barefoot until the ground was warm enough for the corn to be in it, to be planted in the Spring. And shoes had to go back on when the corn came out of the fields in the Fall.

Confessions of a professed hand washer

I, as you are too, are probably frequently reading, to wash your hands! I thought, “They are preaching to the choir. I have been a believer and doer of this hand washing thing for decades.” A couple of decades ago my children and husband all came down with strep throat. I consoled myself that myContinue reading “Confessions of a professed hand washer”

On a Warm Day in June

I wrote about my brother Bob’s illness and subsequent death in The Winter of Grief.What I saved for this story is events I experienced, especially in the last year, involving my brother. Here’s the backstory: When Bob was diagnosed with Parkinson’s and Dementia in 2010, he started his care in a nursing home in theContinue reading “On a Warm Day in June”

The Winter of Grief

On January 4th, my nephew’s wife called to say my brother Bob was not eating and was declining. I hadn’t seen him since last June, and in December was told he could no longer participate in the phone conversations I had just had a month prior. I knew I needed to visit him. I rememberedContinue reading “The Winter of Grief”

Dreams and Voting

On the eve of election day I dreamed I was attending social work graduate school.  I had trouble getting to my classes as my class roster didn’t have the location of my first class.  I was supposed to be there at 8:30, but 8:30 came and went, and I never made it to my class.Continue reading “Dreams and Voting”