Changing My Definition of Self

Changing My Definition of Self

It’s been almost exactly four years since I left my corporate career. March 4th, 2019,  was the first Monday I wasn’t supposed to be somewhere. Oddly, it’s easier for me to think of myself as an instructional designer, which I stopped doing in 2011, or as the head of...
Ode to Nemo

Ode to Nemo

It had been a rough trip. I probably shouldn’t have gone so soon after getting over Covid. Mom needed more from me this time than she did last time. It was late afternoon when I got home, grateful to be back. That night, I got a text from my friend Debbi. Nemo had...
Solvable and Unsolvable Puzzles

Solvable and Unsolvable Puzzles

When I got home from Mom’s and pushed open the door to my condo, there was a knee-high stack of boxes waiting for me in the foyer. They had been brought up by the diligent concierge, who makes sure boxes don’t remain in the front lobby too long. Ten of the boxes came...
The Creator’s Universe of Support

The Creator’s Universe of Support

I believe people are inherently creative. It’s in our nature to want to make things, to create. Some people write, some quilt, some cook or do whatever they do that allows them to create something that makes them happy. They look at what they made, they smile, and say...
Measuring Mental Decline

Measuring Mental Decline

My mom’s mother had Alzheimer’s. The last time I saw my grandmother, when my mom introduced me to her, she lifted her withered arms in joy, saying, “Oh! I have a granddaughter!” I was thirty years old. My mom’s memory has been slipping for some time. Having witnessed...
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