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jm-cornwell's picture
May.15.2013
During the years that one stroke after another took my grandmother away by inches, as she changed from a vibrant, sassy, intelligent, and loving woman into a shell that looked like her but whose eyes lacked the sparkle and simple joy of life. I went to see her less and less often. It’s hard to...
dianne-lindsey's picture
Mar.26.2013
“An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it “ Mahatma Gandhi _______________________________________________________   We headed back home from Illinois with a certain distance between us. Mel seemed pre-occupied and...
mark-gillispie's picture
Feb.28.2013
Kay's call this morning shook me. Her brother-in-law, Dick, had been diagnosed with some kind of interstitial lung disease and will need a transplant in the next few years. Dick, who I've played some golf with in Bowling Green, didn't smoke. I had never heard of interstitial and Goggled it....
george-h-schofield's picture
Oct.07.2011
In our 50s, many of us find ourselves at the peak of our game so far, our abilities honed and our experience stacked in accessible and usable form. We've achieved a certain amount of success and have even come to grips with some of our limitations. If we're paying attention, we have a heightened...
carla-hefley's picture
Jul.25.2011
Good morning my dear friends! It is Monday, 6:05 AM but I was actually up a 4:45 this morning. Little Clayton's routine is 5 and 5 for his meals so the minute the alarm goes off he is up and ready to get it done. We don't let him jump off the bed because it is so high so he has to get us up and get...
michael-l-schmicker's picture
Jan.30.2010
My mother Rayanna never graduated from high school. She lived in Arkansas as a child, on a farm, and grew up during the Great Depression of the 1930s. Maybe she ran around without shoes; I don’t know, but I suspect she did. She knew how to pick cotton and hitch a mule. She could make corn bread (...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Aug.02.2009
Sunday is a strange old day, isn't it. I mean you wake up and think thank god I'm awake and then it dawns on you that it's Sunday and well, it as in the day and you, seem empty and at odds with the world. Maybe I am blaming my own feelings on Sunday but it is a kind of stop day, the end of the week...
patti-lawson's picture
Oct.10.2008
My sister Liz is eating tropical fruit salad tonight…not in the tropics though…from a container in a refrigerator in a nursing home…a place she lives now. A place where she never planned to spend any time…a place she didn’t fill out a change of address for. She has no choice here except to rely on...
corinne-heather-copnick's picture
Jul.27.2008
Repositioning one's home office means going though a lot of papers. What to discard and what to keep? In the midst of the chaos, I came across a picture of my sister on a horse when she was a little girl (a keeper), re-read two volumes of poetry ("Thoughts" and "Second Thoughts...