by Jule Kucera | Sep 28, 2025 | Blog
My dad took this picture, and I always thought it was our most accurate family photo. My mom and I are not playing, we are studying the board. The game is being played by my father and someone else via telephone. My mom was always studying the board, and I was always...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 21, 2025 | Blog
We were at Island Beach State Park in New Jersey, which is more beautiful than people assume. Not all of New Jersey is ‘the armpit of America.’ My Mom and I had taken my nephew to the beach for the day. My brother probably had to work. My nephew was 5, which would...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 14, 2025 | Blog
This will be the last one. It was also the last time. Or at least, the last time for that version of our relationship. . . . It happened after we moved from the house by the golf course to the new house, built for my parents as they disagreed over which...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 7, 2025 | Blog
After last Sunday’s email, there were so many supportive messages—we all have our private wounds. Still, I felt tender, vulnerable. Last night, Monday night, getting in bed, I felt the discomfort of that 4-year-old girl. It was my signal to bring in some Internal...
by Jule Kucera | Aug 31, 2025 | Blog
Might as well finish both parts of the story. The next time Mom got the stool and the shampoo, I took the upper hand. “Don’t do it like last time.” She looked at me blankly. “Remember? When you made my head bleed?” She stiffened. “That’s how my mother washed my...
