• Children,  Family,  Journey,  Life

    1930: A Year Worth Remembering

            We had the honor of celebrating my grandfather’s birthday yesterday… how lucky am I to have my grandfather still, alive, and well… only, he’s sort of missing. You see, my grandfather has dementia and as you may know by the clinical term, his memory is failing, disappearing into the distance, further and further away. I wonder where he goes? When I sit with him, in the flesh, I see my grandfather, I feel his presence, he is there. He looks up and recognizes me, or at least I think he does, then he disappears. I get my hopes up time and time again, although I am…

  • Journey,  Motherhood,  Womanhood

    She: Little Miss Everything

    She. Lately I have been observing and thinking more in depth as I notice an expression or the disposition of the women surrounding me. I have seen pain, exhaustion, worry, fear, happiness, love, and this sort of mysterious wonder. I look in the mirror and at times I don’t recognize the person staring back at me. I see the fine lines making themselves all too comfortably at home, embedding themselves deeper and deeper with each passing day. There are moments I catch a glimpse of the younger version of me and I sigh in relief, “oh there you are… thank goodness, I thought I had lost you for good.” It’s…