I rarely live in the present moment preferring instead to dwell in the past or worry about the future. On busy or challenging days, I divide the day into increments, usually by thirds or quarters. Today was divided into thirds with the first four hours of the day spent doing household chores and taking care …
I have decided to do a month of daily blog entries, each a minimum of 150 words. The reasoning for the word limit is twofold: 1. To not place too much pressure on my low-libido creativity. 2. To lower expectations of the reader. Visiting my mother at her senior’s residence this past weekend, I quizzed …
I took my 89 year mother to the dental hygienist today, anticipating some kind of fall-out, considering recommendations made last visit have not been followed. My mother has dementia and Parkinson’s disease and has been living in a private residence for the past two years plus eight months. As for her cognitive status, I would …
Sixty years ago today, I was born on an elephant in the eastern Indian state of Odisha, formerly Orissa, on the Bay of Bengal, to a Punjabi father and a Welsh mother. This birthday is particularly painful because my dad died this past July and he was a true aficionado when it came to birthday …
There is no better endorsement of a restaurant than one that is frequented by patrons who hail from the same part of the world as the food served there. When they do concede to eat there, it is always somewhat begrudgingly, rarely complimenting the food beyond, « It’s okay. » or, « I could have …
These pictures were taken three months before my father died. My mother had an appointment that day and by then he was too ill to stay on his own for any length of time. I took my camera along to document the day. One way to cope with the impending death of a loved one …
My father suffers from macular degeneration. He is legally blind minus the white cane. White canes aren’t much use when you need a wheeled walker to get around. I take his diagnosis and our shared ancestry very seriously which is why I am retiring soon in order to read as many books as I can …
What do you get your 90 year old, low vision dad for Father’s Day, when he says he doesn’t need or want anything? You get him a pair of drawstring Tommy Hilfinger shorts, and a box of 36 black Sharpie markers so he can read his own notes and ours. And Indian take-out, medium spicy. …
I’ve got a stye in my eyeI wishit were pie If you don’t have time to soak in a tub, sit still for five minutes with a wet, warm compress on your eye and a soundtrack of ocean waves playing in the background. We met a young husky mix with one blue eye and one …
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