The first anniversary of Mom's passing is fast approaching, and my subconscious is riding it like the bull ride in a Texas bar. Last night, I dreamed I was back at Mommyland. It wasn't just a visit. The premise of the dream was that I lived there along with Huggy Bear and maybe one or two other people from St. Michael's. Huggy spent most of the ( Read more... )

I had a nice bus trip to the nursing home. I sat right in the middle of the rear row of seats, looking straight down the aisle and out the front window. I had a panoramic view of the little stone castles and faux English villages that lined the way of the route. The canopy above - or what's left of it after so many storms (including, Hurricane ( Read more... )