My mama’s hands

When I was growing up, and even into adulthood, it bothered me to no end that I didn't look like either of my parents. My twin brother Mike is the spitting image of our dad, right down to his mannerisms. And my younger brother Robert shares my Mom's ears, nose, and square jawline. Both inherited… Continue reading My mama’s hands

“I think I’m doing better.”

  As I'm scurrying to go back to work after lunch the other day, Mom says something that stops me in my tracks: "I had a conversation with Nurse Blair today. Obviously she doesn't know since she didn't see me in Missouri, but I think I'm doing better." "I think I'm doing better." Oh, my… Continue reading “I think I’m doing better.”