Tag: mother

The Show Must Go On?

After my parents were divorced (that is from father #2) my dad would pick me up occasionally for a little father/son activity, usually to hang out over at his house but every long once in awhile he’d suggest something apart…

The ‘Talk’

My mother pretty much tackled everything as far as parenting in my teenage years was concerned but there was one nut she couldn’t see fit to crack (excuse the pun soon revealed). That was the ‘sex talk’. The sex talk…

In Passing

There is no primer for how to deal with the passing of a loved one. There’s no simple formula, no self-help book, no real advice that can ever make it go down easier. There is only one tried and true…

Vacuum Packed

Having no siblings meant a certain freedom, one closely associated with solitary confinement but a freedom nonetheless. The freedom of being alone allowed me to dream, design and create without the distractions of a larger family. It didn’t help me…

At the End of the Line

When I was younger I occasionally liked to fly kites from my yard, which was unusually large and offered plenty of runway to put it in the air and room to get it over the treetops. My success was moderate…

Time Travel

A year and a half ago my mother was notified that she had an aortic aneurysm, a discovery made by a radiologist while looking for something else. These aneurysms are like a ‘run’ in women’s hosiery; not a big problem…