Finding Mom (Part One)

During the five months since my mother's death, I've been offered an endless array of condolences that refer to my mom as my loved one. I'd have been ok with her being referred to as my mom or mother.  Calling her my loved one makes an assumption: that there was love involved. The fact that she's my mom... Continue Reading →

The End of the Journey

Major Mary Bryce Wilson Nooney. November 7, 1923 - February 17, 2017. I don't have much to write at the moment. My mind is numb, my thoughts scattered and unfocused. But, I wanted to share my mom's obituary with you: Mary B. Nooney, age 93, passed away peacefully at her home in Aurora, Colorado on... Continue Reading →

A Quick Mom Update

  My poor neglected blog seems a sad, lonely place these days. I've not had much time for writing or reading other blogs.  I did manage to make a small Facebook post last week, and only now did I realize I didn't post it here.  So, here's the FB post from 1/29: Earlier this month,... Continue Reading →

Quoth the Raven: Arnaldur Indridason

From Silence of the Grave She lived in a large detached house in Grafarvogur, still married to a wealthy wholesaler and living in luxury, which was manifested in flamboyant furniture, the expensive jewellery she wore and her condescending attitude towards the detective who was now in her sitting room. Erlendur did not reply. He thought about... Continue Reading →

A Partial Checking In

Neglecting a blog for as long as I have, I can’t help but wonder who’s still around (other than the inevitable people who just follow every blog so that you’ll follow them back and buy into their product or self-help bullshit). I wonder who’s around not only because I’ve neglected my own blog, but because... Continue Reading →

The Mom Van

I always swore I'd never buy a mom van. I suppose, in my case, it would be a dad van. Either way: no minivan. Then this happened: A lovely April snow brought down a branch of our neighbor's crabapple tree at about three in the morning. The sound of the branch hitting the car was... Continue Reading →

Memorial Day at Roxbury Park

  Ronn and I were sitting in the backseat of Chris and Don's Subaru, reading a brochure for Roxbury State Park, our destination for the day. The brochure described the park as the place where "the mountains meet the plains." The illustrated pamphlet offered several pictures of the spectacular vistas and wildlife in the park,... Continue Reading →

Writing About the Hardest Moments

hard (adj.): •requiring a great deal of endurance or effort. •difficult to bear; causing suffering. -New Oxford American Dictionary   Caring for an aging parent with Alzheimer’s involves many things that are hard: looking on as her body withers; dealing with whatever today’s health crisis is; watching helplessly as her mind drifts and slowly fades... Continue Reading →

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