Mom and I are watching “Snowmen” while I feed her dinner. “Get over here,” she demands, as I stand by the bed with my plate of food. “Let me see that dish.”
I hold the dish up for her to see. She reaches for it, and I pull it away.
Mom is coming through the front door with her arms full of boxes of fat red strawberries. The children are jubilant. “They had a sale at Albertsons,” Mom explains.
When we come from New Jersey, she likes to get us all our favorite foods. She also hates to…
This week will mark fifteen months since we all moved in together and brought Mom home. It’s been almost five months since I have posted anything. That’s because pretty much nothing different has happened.
When we first began, there was stuff to move and information to be acquired. There…