Category: Aging

Published on October 14, 2022

Moments of Mindfulness

We walked the other day, just me and my mother. We walked from one sunny end of the street to the end of the block, where my red car was parked. We didn’t walk too far […]

Aging
Moments of Mindfulness
tabby cat peeking through jasmine

Published on March 18, 2021

Ode to Bobcat

On Sunday morning I let my cat out the front door.  Later that afternoon, I heard him yowling in the backyard to come in.  I opened the door and was surprised to see he was limping, unable […]

Aging
Dying
Grief
Musings
Revelations

Published on January 05, 2021

Company of Stars

I am here, at the crack of dawn, doing this thing.   It is simply deciding, choosing. To set the alarm,  Get out of bed,  Sit down with pen and paper,  To be here, doing this […]

Aging
Creativity
In Between
Musings
Poetry

Published on September 17, 2020

Underneath the Noise of Her Leaving

What is this feeling? It is joy, it is pleasure, it is fun. It is lightness. Free from worry and resentment and sorrow and anger. It is a sparkle of sunlight in a thick fog. […]

Aging
Dying
Grief

Published on August 24, 2020

Another Bridge

Don’t look too far ahead. At the tsunami headed our way. Don’t look up from the path in front, the next footstep in front. Watch out for rabbit holes and landmines,  They are everywhere as […]

Aging
Dying
Grief

Published on June 17, 2020

Puppet on a String

She is like a puppet on a string, my Mother. “It’s time to wake up, Ma.” Even as she lies blissfully asleep, comfortable, free of pain or sorrow.  But her diapers are soaked and there’s the smell […]

Aging
Dying
Musings

Published on June 10, 2020

This, Too, is True.

What is True? I am struggling with this one.   Some truths are easier to accept than others.   Some are a surprise.   Some come upon me, like eyes awakening.  A big OH! Like turning a corner and there […]

Aging
Dying
Grief
Revelations

Published on June 04, 2020

We Keep Her Here

I am witnessing what is happening in my mother’s body. Feet swollen, that step so carefully, on broken glass.  As gravity pulls at her back, her head.  Come to me, fall into me, it welcomes.  Sleep pulls her […]

Aging
Dying
Grief

Published on May 17, 2020

The Gift that is this Virus

Yesterday was a beautiful Saturday in Los Angeles, but it could have been a Thursday or a Monday in these strange times.  We sat out on the patio, my sister, my mom and myself.  Our mom sat […]

Aging
Dying
Musings
Snapshots

Published on September 16, 2019

“Minding Mama” – a performance piece

What if I didn’t have to worry about what people would say about this new piece, “Minding Mama“?  What if I didn’t concern myself with judgement about being a good daughter, a loving daughter?  What if I […]

Aging
Creativity
Revelations
Writing