“The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth. One is nearer God’s heart in a garden, than anywhere else on earth.” –Dorothy Frances Gurney The backyard garden is really my husband’s project, not mine. He disappears out the back door periodically to tend to all the wonderful things sprouting…
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A story of Mother’s Day, dementia and ukuleles
This Mother’s Day was the first time I wasn’t able to speak to my mom or wish her a happy Mother’s Day. It was sad for me, and difficult to deal with, and all the other things you’d expect it to be. But it wasn’t anything at all for my mom, since I’m pretty sure…
Dusty relics and time warps
Do you know what it’s like to travel back in time? To go to a place and take a giant leap into a part of your life you’re not sure you want to revisit? I do. My parents recently moved back into the home our family lived in when I was a child. It’s a…
I’ll never travel alone again
A few weeks ago I traveled to New York by myself — my first solo trip since giving birth to my daughter three years ago. I thought my trip would be like many other solo trips I had taken before I became a mother: exploring wherever my feet led, wandering down whatever road looked interesting,…