Tag Archives: Mum

Taking Turns

Posted on March 22, 2014 by

Yesterday, I saw a friend from the health food store. We had a conversation about mothers, hers and mine. Her grandmother died in December at age 99. Her mother will be 70 this year and she’s spent the last bunch … Continue reading →

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Old Letters

Posted on January 23, 2013 by

My youngest sister found a small packet of letters, I sent to Mum in 1986 when I was in the Coast Guard, among her things. She threatened promised to send them to me. They arrived yesterday. I opened the first one … Continue reading →

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Different Views

Posted on October 17, 2012 by

I like to go Somewhere Else from time to time. The first time I lived Somewhere Else, I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I hated to think my life had become so limited. I moved away from, and … Continue reading →

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47% Cheese

Posted on October 2, 2012 by

Some of you know that I am the product of divorce, back when it was still a trendy,  movement. As Gram used to say, I am from a “broken home”. My home really was broken; Gram had no idea. My … Continue reading →

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Faultless Best

Posted on August 27, 2012 by

I read Marion Winik’s Telling this weekend. It resonated. She writes about being out all night, doing acid, with her sister, arriving home as her mother is having a morning cup of coffee. Marion tells her mom that they’re tripping … Continue reading →

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Destiny Calls

Posted on July 18, 2012 by

The phone rang. The caller told me she’d forgotten who she was. She felt that she hadn’t been her true self in such a long time that she’d completely lost track of who that was. She woke up, old, one … Continue reading →

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True Story

Posted on June 19, 2012 by

It’s been five years today since I saw Mum. It was her first and last visit to Hippy Hill. We had moved in at the end of December. I was excited to show her the lady slippers growing along the … Continue reading →

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