The Fibro Flare and Me

Take the Hint I knew something was wrong because my fibromyalgia was acting up. Randomly a touch became torture because of the pain that bloomed insistent upon gaining my attention. When everything hurts and then hurts again, there is no question but that something is...

Good Question

When do you get to the point when mothering is secondary, like – NOT at the top of the list? Does worrying ever go away? When do I focus on me, yes me, and all time and all money, and all things are all about me? In this generation of me there are a bunch of us...

My Baby, The Woman

As I bear witness to my granddaughter’s transformation, I reflect on what my mother told me. My granddaughter is changing into a woman. I can see the change and I am sure she does not. Instead, we are talking about college and work. When I was much younger and...