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My Mom My Memory & Me
I was standing in the kitchen just spinning around and thinking of things. Actually, I wasn’t just spinning for the sake of feeling dizzy, I had come into the kitchen to do something and forgotten what it was. Quite suddenly, I caught myself feeling like my mom was in the room with me; feeling like she was here all these years after her passing. At first the feeling made me smile. I felt nostalgic sense of warmth at this presence and the loss of her being gone. It was then I realized that what I was feeling Was my mom in me. It was that part of her in…
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Because I Must…
This is one of those blog posts that I must admit I am writing specifically just for me. If you’re one of my six or seven followers you will notice by the dates that it’s been a while since I’ve actually written anything here. As usual, at least in my mind, the reason for and the solution to this is always a bit more difficult to resolve; and yet I fear in reality, it’s not difficult at all. So if you are one of my six or seven followers, then please feel free to skim through this piece, reading it lightly looking for the comedic bits that might make you…
