confessions of a reformed tourist
The other day I caught Bean behind the DVD player, mucking about with the power cords. I freaked. Jack! What do you think you’re doing! Fixing the plugs, Mommy. WHAT? You don’t fix plugs! You don’t TOUCH plugs! You know that’s dangerous! I’ve told you about electricity! You never ever ever touch those cords! Don’t [...]
Yesterday’s post was harder to write than I expected. All I really wanted to do was throw together a quick intro, then post my eulogy. But the “intro” ended up much longer than I intended, and not nearly as crisp as I’d hoped. By the time I was finished I had let Jack nap for [...]
In the months before Grandma Vera passed, my biggest fear was that she might suffer very greatly. I’d heard stories about Parkinsonians who had become unable to swallow and had essentially starved to death. Very slowly. With their minds intact. So when I prayed about Grandma, I prayed that once she could not take nourishment, [...]
