Mid May Remembrances — a Poem


There’s something about this time of year, when the sky is heavy with moisture, that makes me think of my mom. On days like this, the memory of her Alzheimer’s presses on me. So today’s blog post is a poem.


Mid May Remembrances


The sky is heavy, full of the weight

of grey. Memories hang like damp

laundry in my mind. My mother’s chores

never done, yet she turned her face

to the sunburst on the horizon

each morning. She dreamed of a sapphire

lake surrounded by mountains, cotton ball

clouds draped across grey suede slopes. Until

her mind let loose, caught in an eddy of wind

as it slowly unraveled. I transfer wet clothes

to the dryer, sweep crumbs from under

the kitchen table, plan what’s for dinner,

all the while waiting for the fresh

breeze that will blow

this humidity away.


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When a Friend’s Mom has Alzheimer’s: 7 Tips for Reaching Out

Alzheimer’s can be a confusing disease for those who have never been around it. What do you do if your friend’s mother is diagnosed with dementia? Many people pull back out of fear or uncertainty. But friends need support. Here are seven ways to be there when a friend’s mom has Alzheimer’s.

1.Words matter

Send a card. Whether it’s Mother’s Day, your friend’s birthday or your friend’s mom’s birthday, you can show you care through words. Your friend’s mother may have forgotten how to use words.

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Mother’s Day: Mothers and Daughters and Complicated Emotions

In honor of Mother’s Day, I am sharing a piece I wrote about my mom. Happy Mother’s Day to all!


Around Father’s Day last year, I went digging through some old photos, and I posted a picture of my father from my wedding. I didn’t give it a thought, until I found this similar photo of my mother from the same time and realized I had never posted it in honor of Mother’s Day. It got me thinking. Why?

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Celiac Disease: When a Daughter is Diagnosed

May is National Celiac Awareness Month!

Twelve years ago, I had never heard of the word, “Celiac.” It was only when my daughter had a series of symptoms that were affecting her health that I began researching the possible causes.

When I plugged in stomach pain, bloating, chronic constipation, sleep issues, and delayed growth into my google search engine, Celiac disease was one of the health conditions that popped up.

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Grandson of Secretariat: Champion of my Heart

Each year as the Kentucky Derby rolls around, I get a lump in my throat thinking of my horse Crimson Express. He was the horse that carried me through the years when my mother descended into Alzheimer’s, and I experienced a series of miscarriages.

Crimson was the horse I leaned on, literally, as the weight of grief pulled me down. Read the rest of this entry »

Celiac and Alzheimer’s: Is There a Connection?

This has long been a topic of interest to me. Why? Because my mother lived with Alzheimer’s disease for 14 years, and my daughter was born with Celiac disease. I experienced the devastation of both these conditions, was the link between them, in fact. So, if there is anything positive I can add to the conversation about healing and supporting those with Celiac and Alzheimer’s,  I would do it in a heartbeat. Read the rest of this entry »

National Poetry Month: The Joy Of Writing Poems With Tony Abbott

It’s a rare opportunity when you get to honor your mentor, who is alive and well, still reading poetry and teaching at the age of 84. This, after a bout of lung cancer and dealing with chemo and radiation, which makes it all the more meaningful.

What an honor it is to celebrate Tony Abbott during National Poetry Month. I was so pleased to have him introduce me at the launch party of The Beach Poems. See previous post here.

April is National Poetry Month, a perfect time to reminisce over my early days as a poet and the gifts I’ve received from Tony Abbott. I spent those days searching for the next line that would move me deeply, digging into my past, roaming beyond the ragged edges of my heart, seeking something bright and unexpected – the sun rising over a new land created through language.

In short, I wanted to be broke open and reformed – again and again.

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