Dad keeps a journal.

Dad has been slowly going through the mountains of papers that Mom had accumulated. Mom is a sentimental pack-rat like I am.

This week I learned that being transparent doesn’t have the same meaning to all people. I did not know the word “transparent” held such negative connotations in the work world of many organizations.

When I started writing “Mondays with Mom,” my hope was that it would reach people who were struggling with their caregiving. I had no illusions of being able to lighten their load, but sometimes it helps to know that someone else is in the same boat.

Like most of America, I’ve been thinking a lot about all the talk of the total eclipse of the sun. I’ve learned so much about all the different parts of an eclipse and even went out in to Mom and Dad’s driveway to watch it occur.

Mom’s eyes are blue. When Elton John wrote his song “Blue Eyes” in the early 1980’s, I wondered if he was writing about eyes like Mom’s. He describes them “like a deep blue sea on a blue, blue day” and “like a clear blue sky.” He told of “blue eyes laughing in the sun, laughing in […]

In January, I wrote an article about Mom’s prayers.

Last week, I took a vacation with my daughter Julia to Los Angeles. We stayed with my high school roommate who I hadn’t seen in 33 years.

I am so grateful for the people in my life who ask about Mom.

I love to cat-nap.