“We never agreed. You dictated and eventually I swallowed my own objections. I’ve been choking on them ever since. Joy is here now and she stays.” Marcy tugged Joy’s hand and Joy followed her to the kitchen feeling her father’s stare of disapproval like bullet holes in her back.
We sit with her and we become zombies too. Not the flesh-eating kind. Just the vacant non-thinking kind because all we think about is how sad our mother’s life has become. How powerless we are to do anything about it. How much we want to get out of this place. We leave and never want to come back.
will they do what I’ve done with so many of those photos? Say to themselves, “I don’t know who this is.” And toss it in the trash.
I will always believe Maxine had it right. This, it seems to me, is the key to contentment: Living the life God intended for you.
for my brothers and me, Maxine was always our favorite aunt. Hers was the house you could go to where you’d never be judged, criticized or disciplined.
We were discussing his relationships with women. I told him he didn’t have any respect for women in general. He said he thinks his problem is something deep inside and he probably needs therapy to get at the root of it.
He’s dying and it has to be about her. It’s NOT ABOUT HER. WHY DOES SHE KEEP TRYING TO MAKE IT ABOUT HER? It takes a certain kind of selfish self-centeredness to make his illness about her.
My Christmas has nothing to do with gifts bought and sent. It has to do with gathering the people I love most in the world in one place at one time and interacting with them.
If someone wants to fuss over you, let them. That big wedding or birthday party you’re hesitating to plan? I say go for it. Invite the people that are special to you. Take lots of pictures. It might be the last time you ever see them.
It’s all over the news on Veteran’s Day, the Navy Seal who shot Osama Bin Laden. He is to be admired for sure for his bravery and he is definitely an American hero. But as we sit down to another of my culinary attempts (Crockpot Kung Pao chicken) I tell…