Unhappy Happenings
At a safe distance from the road, with a grassy pasture and a long curved drive acting as a soft buffer, there appears to…
Rooting Around
I Circle.
Thoughts on circles, inspired in the moment I realized I was standing in the same place my mother had, some 50 years ago, taking…
There’s the Rub
We were at Radio Shack, Mommy and I. The clerk was handing her credit card back. “Sorry ma’am, it’s been declined.” “Oh!” Mommy exclaimed. She looked genuinely…
Option Number Three
It was the summer and my mom was going through an identity crisis. Back in the eighties, technology wasn’t what it is today and…
My Mother the Escape Artist
Twenty years ago, on April 6, my mother died. This is a true story about our last days and moments together. Mommy loved to…
Nearly Me
Recently, I discovered a piece of pink paper amongst old documents and letters belonging to my mother. Immediately, I noticed a few interesting things…
Rubbish
I have a photograph of my mother from 1968. She is standing alone, next to a freshly carved gravestone in the Friedhof (cemetery) off…