Mother

For me, there’s a difference between Mother and Mom. My early years, spent with my Mom, were modified when I turned fifteen. That’s when I found out Mom wasn’t Mother. Biologically speaking, that is. I learned that Mother was the …





Judgment Call

Questionable. It applies to the title. It applies to yesterday. My stepson’s birthday was Monday. It was his 18th. Walmart Silver City inventory was Tuesday. His mother, Ama, wanted to be there. Work intervened. So, she managed to schedule her …





Transition

Blogger says it’s been since October that I’ve been here. Wow. A lot has happened since then. Halloween came and went. No big deal there. Except for yet another pair of birthdays in my family. I used to enjoy those. …






Where? How? Why?

As much as I might want it otherwise, I am lost. I have been lost for over three months now. It might be longer, I can’t be sure. I look around for the familiar, the comfortable, and cannot find them. …





Country Blues

Sounds like a mix of Nashville and New Orleans, right? I almost went that way when I first read it. But then I realized where TMB is and how that could apply. You see, she is an urbanite. Part of …





Tech-Free

Another blogist of my acquaintance, PB, has asked if it’s possible for us in the Facebook world to go tech-free for one day a month. She doesn’t use the reference of “going green”, but rather as a day to simply …





Holidays and Missing Family

An acquaintance on Facebook, whom I admire for his dedication, is searching for his family and roots. He’s encountered a road block that is all too common. In so many parts of the country, the document repository of the history …






Tuesday Was Good

A very long time ago, over half my life in fact, I was in high school. We were unique. A Catholic high school, populated only with boys, that was a combination high school and junior college. What does that mean? …