by Jule Kucera | Feb 9, 2025 | Blog
Everything I want to write about isn’t my story to tell. [example erased, because even that, even just one, was too personal.] My mom fell. She has bruises and stitches but no broken bones, thank goodness. I’m here now, in New Jersey. Why is it so hard to...
by Jule Kucera | Feb 2, 2025 | Blog
When Trent and I were looking for a place to live together, we agreed that Newaygo, Michigan, was one of the few places that would work for both of us. It was under two hours from his teenage daughter in Battle Creek. It had woods and a river for Trent. It had a...
by Jule Kucera | Jan 26, 2025 | Blog
One of my favorite things to do on cold mornings is to wake up in bed and stay there, warm and thankful to be where I am. I think about my bed and how it holds me all night long. How my sheets and blankets have just the right amount of heft to make me feel tucked in...
by Jule Kucera | Jan 19, 2025 | Blog
In December, back for another massage, I followed up with Becky, the massage therapist. Here’s what I learned: ✨At the time of the incident of the lights, the ceiling lights were off and the salt table lamp was on. ✨Not only did the salt lamp in our room go out, the...
by Jule Kucera | Jan 12, 2025 | Blog
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...
