Seeking My Brother

I have vividly real dreams. I remember bits and pieces of dreams from years ago. I most definitely remember the dreams if I’ve talked about them or written them down. A year or or so after dad died and David was sent away, mom and I were up at the cabin. A family friend was... Continue Reading →

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 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 →

The Uninvited Guest: Five

Q.  What's the best part of having Alzheimer's? A.  You get to meet new people every day. ***** Humor can get us through dark places, laughing our way through the truths that are mixed into the jokes. My mom's Alzheimer's has not impacted her ability to recognize people she knows. Generally. A few months ago... Continue Reading →

Once Upon A Time

There was a moment -      brief - when I believed life    had endless possibility.      DISILLISIONMENT. Fourteen years old -      my father died      my adopted brother sent back   A family of four -      suddenly a family of 3         when my father died Seven months later      we are a family of two         when my brother is... 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 →

The Uninvited Guest: Four

I don’t recognize this woman who claims to be my mother. She looks like my mother though older, more frail. Her hair is whiter so too her skin - it is whiter more pale, like crepe-paper; ashen, lacking life. This woman says she’s my mother, remembers things about me that only a mother would know.... Continue Reading →

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