Resharing this post, a little #TBT, WOW! such fun to look back at the building of Black Day, the auditioning for the Global events, this was a pretty “normal” day in those days…I love this #LifeWithDs concept, the Day in the Life idea. I love that it gives folks a chance to see the real day-to-day, the normalization of what life is like for our families. Sooooo, it may
About seven years ago, the first warning sign that my mother wasn’t herself was her inclination to comply. She would ask permission (it seemed) for small, simple things. She’d look to her husband, “is this OK?”
It pricked my senses. What was happening?
I didn’t see in him as desiring to control her. They had already been through her first round of cancer together. He took on his new role and became caregiver. It didn’t make sense.
No. This was something else, this was the first symptom of Alzheimer’s settling in. Dementia has
Once in a while, not often enough, I clear (or ignore) everything and carve with words.
When the submission call went out for essays, fiction, and poetry inspired by Willa Cather’s My Antonia, where could I even begin? How to honor one of the first novels that struck my heart on multiple levels? I started by thinking essay, and its impact on me, but then I diverted to a new story instead.
Certain lines and images tantalized me. I drove west. I watched the sunset and thought about the vast land, the way
The bright blue sky in this photo projects the endless pallet of possibility. The balloon displays the colors of diversity, happiness, hopefulness, cooperation, and potential; it brightens the sky with hope.
With a basket, it can carry us to an endless view of the world below, both vast yet suddenly insignificant. When the breezes push, we may hold hands and fascinate over the landscape, challenge our ideas of where the horizon stops, and float over minutia to embrace the vast.
The air we once took for