I am emotionally and mentally pulled back into the past with Mom. Her pessimism shakes my “little girl” fears wide awake. Hearing her say “I can’t.” Her stubborn refusal to accept help. Her negativity and complaining leaves me gasping for air, like someone is trying to suffocate me. I find myself comparing her to my…

I have allowed myself to receive a painful truth: I miss my mother. It’s painful. I am mourning the loss of someone who is still alive. A loss of conversation; doing things together and having shared experiences; getting her perspective on things; sharing in her large knowledge of practical living; her delicious cooking; her physical…

“With a clear sense of purpose, we can set priorities.” The Guiding Principles – The Spirit Of Our Traditions. (NA) Mother’s Day debacle in my personal sphere: I say sphere as it’s not in my world, and when it was attempted to be forced into my world by others, I shut the door on it…

Being a caregiver. That is part of who and what I am. I’ve had to grow, slowly, into acceptance of this role, this assignment. And it is, indeed, an “assignment.” I’ve grown into calling myself a caregiver in a way very similar to how I’ve moved from referring to Mom’s “cognition issues” as dementia. (Smaller…