My Mom Loves Jigsaw Puzzles

My Mom Loves Jigsaw Puzzles

As dementia steals from my mother, it leaves gifts. She’s no longer pretending to be what she thinks she’s supposed to be. She’s just being. My mom loves jigsaw puzzles. If you were to visit, if she liked you, she would raise her eyebrows and ask, “Would you like to...
Different Orchid, Same Story

Different Orchid, Same Story

My orchid is at it again. Not the one that dropped its petals last time, the other one. I was sitting in my big chair (where I’m sitting now) when I noticed wrinkly petals on the smaller orchid’s only stalk. I bent toward the plant and saw bright green new bud tips...
From SAD to Sid

From SAD to Sid

Seeing how ‘TROULE’ de-fanged ‘TROUBLE,’ I’m experimenting with another word. I believe I have SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder, because when the sun becomes rare and the days get cold, I feel chilly and watery. Sure I have one of those...
‘TROULE’

‘TROULE’

I must not be ready to stop thinking about Toronto and the Eras Tour. There are memories in my mind and on my wrist. One of my favorite friendship bracelets has a typo: “TROULE.” Yes, it should be “TROUBLE.” But maybe not. Without the...
Walking Meditation For Writers

Walking Meditation For Writers

This isn’t about how meditation is good for our mental health, although I could use a little more mental health right now. It’s about how a specific walking meditation can make you a better writer. Doing this meditation made me more observant and more specific with my...
Jule Kucera