Adrift or Evolving?

 I feel adrift.Since January, following a fall, I feel adrift. Adrift as a wife, a writer, a friend, a human being.My body, in pain most days, isn't allowed to do housework as ordained by professionals. Simple cooking is OK. No vigorous kitchen cleanup reads don't make a huge mess while cooking.My mind won't wrap itself…

Mother’s Day and My Memoir

Years ago I hated Mother's Day. The search for a card was the worst. A card that didn't say: "Mom, you're the greatest," "I adore you, Mom," "Mother, you're the best ever!" And Hallmark had plenty more I ignored and didn't buy until I felt guilty. The verses and kudos didn't fit the mother I…