The diary of a bemused Boomer
Mother, age 95, is going to move in with us. It’s a question of when, not if, according to my wife. I am not as sure as she is. Mother actually hasn’t said she wants to move in. But my Wife hasn’t made a mistake this decade, so I’m following her instruction to ‘getContinue reading “Bored Meeting”
Mother is 95 years old. Her mind is as sharp as ever as is her tongue. ‘Your stomach is larger than your father’s when he had his stroke. If you don’t do something soon, you’ll go the same way,’ she says. She reserves her lectures for me. Everyone else gets a grey-age, charm offensive. SheContinue reading “Letter to Mother”