As I immersed myself in revising my book yesterday, and actually changing an entire scene because I was nudged to, my phone rings. Caller ID reveals it is my mother and in a loving manner, I sigh and roll my eyes before answering. Once I put my eyeballs back in their...

"Did you use the garlic salt?" My spouse is asking this and in my mind, I am convinced he is going to need me to find it for him. You know, men and their talent of never seeing anything that is right in front of them. In this case, I was wrong. "Yes, I used it a...

It has been a weird week. Between a new caregiver for my Mom (so far, so good), all the hype of the radio appearance for Bailey, and trying to forge ahead with a third round of revisions on my book, my brain just submitted a vacation request. The characters are...

It seems that the rough seas aka caregiver issues with my mother have eased....for now. I don't want to get too comfortable, but so far, so good. I am trying not to overthink it and enjoy the peace along with embracing all the good that seems to creep into my life...

As I drove other to my Mother's home yesterday, I prepared myself mentally for meeting her new caregiver. I feel like I am on some weird television show and the supporting role continues to be recast. You know the announcement, "the role of so and so is now being...

I feel like I am writing a series as much as I have blogged about my mother's caregiver situation. In true form, we are back to square one. Yesterday, I got a call from the agency - cue my PTSD every time I see their name on my Caller ID - telling me that my mother's...

Today is bittersweet as my own father has been gone for almost fourteen years. But, this day reminds me of the great men that have influenced me, supported my dreams, and accepted me for me. That is a tall order as I am complicated, stubborn, and a twisted ray of...

I was in the midst of revisions when my phone rang yesterday morning. The caller ID revealed that it was the agency my mother's caregiver works for. I am not psychic, but I was pretty confident that they were calling to inform me that the caregiver would not be coming...

The other night, while minding my own business, I heard music drifting from downstairs. It isn't uncommon as that is Bailey's domain and he has impromptu concerts. What I wasn't prepared for was the artist or shall I say, dinosaur that sings these songs. Yep, Bailey...

Mom's caregiver has been cleared to come back to work today. Thank. Sweet. Baby. Jesus. I am not cut out for a full-time gig where I spend more time inwardly screaming than being patient and kind. I know my limitations. Probably a good thing I did not become a nurse....