People who knew my mother tell me I remind them of my mother — in my looks, my mannerisms, and in the way I speak. This mark was one more way I was like her. Continue reading Out of All the Memories I Could Keep, This Was the One
This post is about friends who help us to be the person we’d like to be, told through my experiences with both failure and grace. Continue reading What If You Fail to Be Who You Thought You’d Be?
The eulogy for my mother — but, more important, why the final “shade of death” from Alzheimer’s is joyous for believers in Jesus. Continue reading The Final Shade of Death: She Doesn’t Have Alzheimer’s Anymore!
When you lose someone by Alzheimer’s, you lose her progressively. Both you and the one you love experience shades of death. Continue reading Shades of Death: When You Lose a Loved One to Alzheimer’s Disease
When a person with Alzheimer’s disease loses her memory, does she lose her faith as well? My mother has Alzheimer’s … Continue reading If you lose your mind, do you lose your faith?
My mother has loved me well. I will remember that as she remembers less and less — and love her well in return. I hate Alzheimer’s disease. Continue reading For the love of mom…
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is near enough to hear it, does it make a … Continue reading If a gift falls in the forest…
Sometimes it’s better not to know. For instance, when your husband thinks the dress you wore to work that day makes … Continue reading If she only knew…
It was on Friday that the texts regarding funeral plans flooded my phone Texas-style. My poor sister-in-law was working and … Continue reading The reports of her pending death are greatly exaggerated…
A few weeks ago, I wrote about boots — shallow topic, I know — but it got me thinking about … Continue reading “Bootiful” and a “looker”…
I made the mistake of calling my mother. I was on my lunch break from work; she was safely ensconced in … Continue reading Sara: Don’t call Mom at work…
My husband noticed something was wrong. At first I hesitated. Then I told him, “No, it’s stupid.” “I can tell … Continue reading An afghan as a symbol of regret…
All Things Work Together 