There is something about seeing a mother dressed in hoochie clothing that worries me. Does she need attention, affirmation from every man she sees, or is she vying with the younger women who are not parents?  We have all seen this at the mall, in super markets, soccer games, or PTO meetings.  My mind always wonders what kind of example they are setting for their impressionable daughters. And then I think of my own mother.
She dressed with style and class. I admired her and tried to emulate her in many …

It is a sad reality that many of us may need to or have dealt with the painful decision of placing a parent or other loved one in a nursing home. Ten years ago my brother and I were faced with this dilemma when my mother developed dementia and some physical complications. My brother lived out of state, and I was working twelve hours a day. That meant that neither of us was equipped to care for Mom at home. I had always promised our mother that the only way …

Thoughts meander through my incandescent mind this day. Nothing seems cogent nor particularly cohesive, but they are thoughts nonetheless. We spent some time in Florida during January with in-laws. Sweet time. I learned to play Hearts. How is it I never learned a card game everyone else seems to know? I won almost every hand and my dear in-laws, I suspect, did not quite believe I did not know the game of Hearts.
Hearts. A game. A beating thing inside my chest that often pulses quickly with love, or slowly with …