Continue reading “Out of Reach”
She’s an explorer, a biologist, a philosopher … and, in the sunshine, a precious jewel with crown of silver filaments; golden wrinkles and ruby kisses.
Continue reading “The Lonely Fly”
Then the silence would be broken …
And the gymnastics and shouting begin
Dad holds up the clean magnifying glass. I’m on the floor photographing at weird angles to try and get a decent shot. What I end up with is a caricature of his nose. Usually this would be culled from my collection – I’m not one for keeping unflattering images of people – but it gives me some idea of the distortions he sees.Continue reading “Blogged Out of 2019”
Continue reading “Staying Upright”
There was no manual. Most of it was self-explanatory, since the basic shell is familiar, but it’s those joints, and figuring out which screw goes in what order, that causes angst.
Continue reading “Remote Gardening”
The purchases were carefully placed into every available space of the car so there was no option but to shove our parents in at the last minute.
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was.
Spending time with my elderly parents is more adrenaline pumping than a roller coaster ride.
Sandwiched between every airport goodbye and hello are millions of family members who cope with living apart.
As kids we grew up in the shadow of the Korean War