I am a full-time caregiver for a 98-year-old man. He and I have been living together, in his home, for eight months, and we are syncing quite well. Other than the occasional trip to the grocery store, or once spending four hours at a nearby cousin’s home, I have been here the whole time. When … Continue reading
To the outside world, my 64 years of life may look as if they have been aimless, but I have enjoyed all 23,360 days that make up those years. My father used to ask, “What are you going to be when you grow up, Barbara?” I never knew how to answer that question, because I … Continue reading
In Junior High school, I was included in a group of perceived “popular kids.” One of our classmates was bullied and ostracized by many, including our group. I felt very bad for her at the time and while I did not participate in the bullying, I ignored her (as well as my feelings).
Our dog Happy does not know that he is a dog. As we walk through the neighborhood and as other dogs come rushing over to greet us, Happy shows no indication to these alien creatures that he has any intention of being playful.
The word ‘smooth‘ can, like most words, take on such personally repulsing or lovingly representative measures of the many transitions in the lives of those around us. Sayings like “He is a smooth operator; Smooth move, Dork!; Smooth and creamy; Smooth talker; Smooth sailing;”, e.g.. When I write, being truthful about the process, I labor over choosing the … Continue reading