Thoughts about our grandson. For reasons I don’t want to go into here, my husband and I found out early in 2013 that we would have to take over the raising of our oldest grandson. There was no choice except to let him go into foster care. And with the shortage of foster homes…

When is it time to worry about climate change? Is it after the bridges have been taken by floods? Is it when there are no farms to feed us? Is…

My grandson asked me to see a neurologist — We were in the kitchen working on dinner, and I asked him a question. Of course I don’t remember the question but I sure do remember the response. “Nana, I want you to see a neurologist.” I was floored because I could tell the kid was dead serious and even…

I once fretted over things that no longer matter to me. I can’t remember when I last plucked my eyebrows — they need it. But I’m not going to do it because it hurts, and my face with arched eyebrows isn’t going to look that different than it does now. I barely have any eyebrows, so that’s one pain that is…

Nothing is. My husband just went to the grocery store for me. It’s a rare trip if he doesn’t call me at least once while shopping for me. Today, though, his call wasn’t so much a question (like usual) but an exclamation. “Did you know these red potatoes are $1.09…

At least mostly. — Here I am again. I bet some of you thought I died, or at least stopped writing on Medium. Well, obviously neither one of those events came to pass. Laying on the sofa for a couple of months is not the same as dying. It’s just a bout of my…

Serious writing makes a dull girl — Three-hundred and eighty-six. That’s a lot. And the that is the number of stories I’ve written and published on Medium since 2019. But I go in fits and starts and the writers’ discipline I’ve heard so much about seems to have skipped me. I go a bit wild when I…

The Paradise Across the Street On many hot, still afternoons when the heat waves could be seen above the asphalt in the street, Mom would let us cross the road and go to Uncle Ott’s store to get a “Coke” as they were all called “Cokes” then even if you…

You can write all day, every day, on Medium, but if you don’t read the work of others and comment, clap, etc., you aren’t going to be successful here. Yes, I ended that sentence with a preposition. That’s another nice thing about Medium that we sometimes take for granted. You…