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…