Just Being Here Now

Being where I am, and not being where I’m not – that’s my recipe for living. You could call it mindfulness, total meditation or Zen. Whatever you call it, for me it is the only way I can function. And it isn’t easy, paying attention. It doesn’t matter whether I’m depressed, angry, ecstatically happy or…

Making A Home

I have memories. Memories of my Grandma Hattie, my Grandma Nannie, my mother Lucy, all women who made a home, fed their families, worked outside the home and did so with little or no money. My mother was born a week or so before the Stock Market crashed in 1929. She never knew what life…