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Archive for October, 2011

Wardrobe Malfunctions

Today I was deciding what to write about when I came across this piece from a couple of years ago when Mom and Dad were still living with us.

When it comes to wardrobe malfunctions, Janet Jackson doesn’t hold a candle to my mother. Janet had a single incident, but Mom has them on a regular basis. Granted Janet had a national audience, but she also has an agent. (more…)

Phone Calls and False Alarms

My cell phone doesn’t ring much. I’ve never been a real chatty person, especially on the phone. It’s getting worse as I get older. As much as I hate to admit it, I don’t hear as well on the phone as I used to.  I’d like to blame it on my old phone or the poor connection we sometimes get in the country, but whatever the reason, I end up saying “Huh” and “What was that” a lot more often than I’d like. When my phone rings, I’m usually in Wal-Mart, and David is calling from the automotive or electronics department wondering when I’ll be ready to check out. So yesterday when my phone rang, and the caller ID showed a number with the area code where Mom lives, a jolt of apprehension twisted my stomach into a knot. (more…)

Don’t Give Me That

Everybody likes to get gifts, right? Not always. There was a Christmas twenty plus years ago when I turned down what would probably have been the nicest gift under my tree that year. (more…)

Will Christianese sell?

When I first started asking for feedback on my book, I was told to tell my story, to put myself into it, and that’s what I did. For some people, that seems to be a problem. (more…)

You Might Be a Grandma If…

Spending time with my grandkids hasn’t left much time for thinking serious thoughts about caregiving and life in general. Here’s where my thoughts have been centered this week.

You might be a grandma if: (more…)

Getting Old Is Not For Sissies

Christian recently blogged about the agonies of turning 40, and being the understanding mother that I am, I commented that getting old is not for sissies. David and I had an up close and personal experience with that yesterday. (more…)

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