When I looked into the future, and saw myself acting as my mother’s healthcare power of attorney, I imagined her lying in a coma in a hospital bed, me and her caregivers surrounding her, me relaying her wishes.

What I did not imagine was a conversation with my mother, where we discussed a recommended medical procedure and she refused it.

Although my mom has one or more dementias (they come in different varieties!), she is entirely lucid about some things. She was completely present and aware about this. She doesn’t want it. I wouldn’t either if I were 95, and I support her choice.

And yet.

She said, “We all have to die sometime.” Her voice betrayed her tears.

I waited a beat.

“Yeah… but it’s different when it’s right there.” My voice betrayed mine.

Next week, I’ll be back in pursuit of a healthy interior life.

This week is a time for rest.

But on the plus side…

Chewing the Cud of Good

Thankful for being accepted as a speaker for the 2026 Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop!