UNBECOMING

“Where is your dad?” My kids were in a trance staring at the television. I just finished cleaning up after feeding everyone dinner. My mom was staying with us for the day. “He’s with Nana outside.” I glanced through the kitchen window and saw them seated at the table. He was talking to her, and she seemed content. An Alzheimer’s playlist streamed through Spotify on his phone. Mom has long lost her ability to speak and communicate verbally, but she was engaged and entertained

My blog was empty this week, but my heart was full to the brim. I am thankful and present recharging with friends and loved ones while soaking in some sun. There have been so many emotions to process. A few highlights: Mom turned 67 and became obsessed with the fidget cube my brother's family gave her My oldest graduated from elementary school My husband and I took an amazing stay-cation We are all reading great books The pool is open. Slide time! We traveled to Nashville to

“WE CAN CHANGE THE WEATHER IN OUR FLAT!” My husband does not even flinch when I burst into his office with a grand idea or revelation. I confess that I am an enthusiastic, “Guess what?!” type of person. But on this occasion, the wheels were really turning. I was reading Zadie Smith’s latest novel, Swing Time. The narrator states that her parents got divorced and “the weather changed in their flat.” I could immediately relate to the image. This is a universal truth beyond divo

"Each new person I take time to come in contact with has the potential to leave a lasting brick in the wall of me."