Doing versus Being

At 5:30 AM my mother's heels were on the move. Incessant and impatient - as if there was little time to accomplish her tasks.  I'd bury my head in the pillow and try for another hour of sleep. What on earth is she doing?  It certainly wasn't cleaning.  Cooking?  Maybe, since she likely had guests... Continue Reading →

Still

I've been in a forced-still state going on 4 weeks.  Nothing serious.  Just the result of being a certain age and having a certain something removed.  My major adventures have been washing my hair and looking out windows a la Jimmy Stewart.  I don't do Still well. I am a type A control freak with... Continue Reading →

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