Changing Times

My Mother is resistant to change.  So, it should not have been a surprise that when technology started to blossom, she closed the door on learning.    I remember when my parents got a VCR and we wrote the instructions down for them.    It was pretty straightforward, but I would field questions from her…

The Packing Syndrome

“We are going to need another bag,” my delightful spouse announces as he starts to pack for our trip.   I am confused.   We are two people gone the same amount of time previously.  The last trip abroad we had three people’s items in one bag, so I spend a minute processing.   Let…

The Talk

“So, let’s have a talk,” I say to my youngest.   He looks at me very cautiously because, well, you can never know what I am going to say, and frankly, he is seventeen and would rather play video games than chat with his mother.   Nevertheless, I feel the urge to purge some information…

Nesting

I am not sure what it is, but when I am preparing for a trip, I start nesting.   Similar to a pregnant woman, I am cleaning, purging, gathering, and trying to pack.  I have lists for me, the boys, and probably, if you wanted a list, I would write one for you as well.…

Lasting Impressions

It took me a long time before I realized that I really don’t like people.  Now, to clarify, if you are already one of my “people”, then obviously I like you.     So, to actually go out and meet new individuals, well, let’s just say, that is really stepping out my belief system.  That…

Playing Hard To Get

I often compare being a writer to dating.       There is plenty of rejection and even playing hard to get is tricky.   Since my breakup with my former writing relationship, I am on the prowl.  Trying to makeover my writing to be attractive to other opportunities.  I am kind of playing the…

The Power of Being Powerless

“I don’t think this new caregiver is going to work out.  She is meeting a man she met online.”   I am patiently listening to my mother as she is telling me this.   When she finishes, I say, “And, what does that have to do with her being your caregiver?”   “It makes me…

The More I Know

This weekend was the Special Olympics state softball tournament in Bowling Green, Kentucky and Bailey was participating with his team.  His team exceeded all of our expectations and won gold.  While I am excited for him there is a part of me that resides in the boredom bracket.   I am going to be completely…

Hostage Situation

Going to a large building with shops aka a mall is equivalent to torture in my eyes.  If someone took me hostage and wanted me to spill government secrets – assuming I had any – all they would have to do is threaten to take me to a mall.  Probably the reason I didn’t want…

It Doesn’t Belong To Me

I have this aggravating trait that makes me want to control everyone and everything around me.  My delusional thinking tells me that in order for me to be okay, I must manage everyone else.   That has never worked.   With fifteen years in a spiritual recovery program, I know better.  That is until fear…