Category: memory of mom

Process of Grief. “I feel so depressed” I say to myself. “I’m so tired” I say as I yawn a big mouth yawn. Trying to exercise, to eat, to stay up past 7:30pm, to not snap at my children. Take a deep breath. In the nose, out  the mouth. “Why am I saying these things […]

Oh my Gosh! Tonight is the night!  Carl and my show is opening at The Fourth Wall Gallery! The show looks awesome. I have made some new works for the bin, which now will include works over $250 because they are just so good! Some will now be $350, which is still a great deal. […]

It’s so quiet right now, almost too quiet. The babies are both sleeping, it’s 1:58 Wednesday afternoon. We had a busy morning, school, sign language class, hike after school, the wind blew hard which made the babies extra tired! Then home, getting from the car to the nursery, changing diapers, checking for ticks, leaving the […]

6:12 AM Friday. House quiet. Dark. Coffee in hand, almost too hot to drink. As I’m getting settled in to write and eat my breakfast I laugh, I sit on a chair, stick to it, Fiona got into the agave syrup yesterday. I go to move the chair to sit on a non-sticky chair. I […]

My coffee came out perfect this morning, hot, smooth, I’m drinking it too fast, I wish I had more. I know if I made another cup it wouldn’t be as good. It’s 5:51 AM, Thursday morning, December 31st, 2015. I didn’t sleep good last night, I felt swollen and itchy from dry winter skin and […]

It’s the darkest, shortest day of the year, the winter solstice. I couldn’t sleep past five. That’s OK because now  I have over an hour to drink my hot strong coffee, eat my toast with peanut butter and bannana and write. The house is quiet and warm, but missing the fresh smell of pine and […]

Today is the day mom. The day you started off as Jane Doe hooked up to machines that made your body swell, machines that kept your heart beating so the doctors could figure out who you were. You were walking your dogs at the Albany Bulb and collapsed from a massive Heart Attack. How long […]