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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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 »
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 »
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.
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.