Monthly Archives: August 2006

During periodic fits of hypochondria, I lean back in my easy chair and begin researching everything I can to figure what is wrong with me that day. I don’t want to do actually anything about it – I just want … Continue reading →

We don’t joke about drug abuse at our house. We know its pain, disappointment and cost, too well to laugh about it. As my daughter told students in her high school classes who joked about getting high over the weekend, … Continue reading →

We don’t joke about drug abuse at our house. We know its pain, disappointment and cost too much to laugh about it. We see, all too clearly, how much our loved one has paid – not just financially – but … Continue reading →

A fellow reporter was out on assignment yesterday. I took a call for her. The caller only wanted to leave her comments, not her name. Okay, I took the comments: The caller thought the reporter’s column should have been clearly … Continue reading →

No Fair! God. No Fair! That is exactly how I felt that long ago winter as a young mother. It began with a really bad mistake in my check writing. We had agreed to send something each month to help … Continue reading →

Mark’s accident left me acutely aware that I had failed as a mother. Weighed down with guilt, I mechanically did what I had to do during the day, and woke up in the middle of the night just thinking. I … Continue reading →

In the years since a car accident took his left arm, my son-in-love has developed quite a repertoire of responses to the inevitable question, “how did you lose your arm?” “I lost it in an accident when I was 2,” … Continue reading →

My daughter invited me to go to the fabric shop with her to “check out material for decorating the baby’s room.” I agreed to tag along – and that is about all I did. She already knew exactly what she … Continue reading →