Nothing has touched me recently more than watching my husband's elderly aunt and uncle in the care facility which they call home these days. They did not share a room, but got together every day through the kindness of nurses and aides in the dining area or hallway in their wheelchairs.
Aunt Louise had a stroke over four years ago and was placed into the care facility soon after. Unable to speak more than just a few garbled phrases, and paralyzed on one side of her body, the…
Posted on August 29, 2012 at 5:52am
ately I have been thinking about my Dad's father. He passed away when I was seventeen, and although I had known him all that time, I haven't appreciated something wonderful about this quiet man.
I called him Nono, the Italian word for grandfather. I remember him as someone who sang Italian songs softly, and told the story of The Three Billy Goats Gruff. I would beg for this story until he would acquiesce, telling it the same way over and over, making his voice sound mean when…
Posted on August 29, 2012 at 5:51am
Recently I have been speaking to some people about their past.
This has got me thinking more than ever about my own childhood, especially the early teenage years. I did an interview recently where I bared some of the feelings of insecurity I had while being "bullied" or made fun of.
What gives other children the right? I ask myself this…
Posted on August 29, 2012 at 5:50am