Tag: mom
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“Bootiful” and a “looker”…
A few weeks ago, I wrote about boots — shallow topic, I know — but it got me thinking about something deeper. Since I had mentioned my friend Kathy in the post, I thought it only right to share the link to the post with her (and hope she wasn’t offended by my references to her summer […]
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An afghan as a symbol of regret…
My husband noticed something was wrong. At first I hesitated. Then I told him, “No, it’s stupid.” “I can tell something is wrong, what is it?” “You’re going to think this is stupid. Actually, it is stupid. Ridiculous… [long pause] “… Last night, I dreamed of an afghan.” Lest he think I meant an Afghan […]
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At a loss for words…
When my mother was first diagnosed with dementia, she had word-finding and organizational issues; now she has people-placing and event-remembering ones. I spent a mere 20 minutes Sunday talking to my mother before she was called, early, to dinner at the memory-care facility where she lives. The first ten minutes of conversation were so muddied, […]