“You have your mother’s eyes, high cheek bones and big smile,”is what others tell me when I show them a picture of my mom. Inwardly I cringe, wanting to give them a snarky reply, but instead I politely thank them and immediately change the subject....
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We aren’t the weeds in the crack of life. We’re the strong,amazing flowers that found a way to grow in the most challenging conditions Jeanne McElvaney, Spirit Unbroken: Abby’s Story I was recently diagnosed with severe, chronic PTSD — “like combat soldiers have,” the woman...
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This is what I know Post coffee Pre wine Last week was the anniversary of my Mom’s death. A little bit about my mom. She was crazy nuts gorgeous; like wowza beautiful. She could stop traffic & if you stole her parking space out from...
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I wanted to do something different this year than honor my mother on Mother’s Day. Don’t get it twisted. My mother was a saint and deserves kudos for raising five boys. But this year I want to honor my second mom and that’s my best...
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It was April 1984, and my mother was dying, so I drove up from Southern California to spend time with her. She was at home, as she had no desire to live out her remaining days in a hospital. She told me that she had...
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I grew up listening to Bill Cosby comedy albums. I can’t even count how many times my brothers and I listened to Noah, Revenge, the Water Bottle and Fat Albert (Buck, Buck.) We used to watch the Saturday morning cartoon, Fat Albert and the Cosby...
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For me, birthdays rank right up there with root canals. But that’s all gonna change a year from now. You see, this past Earth Day I celebrated birthday number 64. And never since I made it through the insufferably long year prior to my sixteenth...
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“The things that are invisible are the most important things.” (Rapper, Jay-Z as told to David Letterman) The things that are invisible are the most important things: Love, fear, hope. Yet society seems to base everything on the most visible things: Race and ethnicity, gender,...
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I grew up in the "east area" and remember when the East Area Rapist was merely one of the monsters that terrorized us every moment of every day.
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