That phone call

heaven help me

Sweet Mother of God! I adore my children, but heaven help me, some days I don’t like them very much.

Answer the phone!

Mom? Everything I did as a teen? I’M. SO. SORRY.

Rule of thirds

The Trifextra Challenge this weekend is to write anything, in whichever form, that is exactly 33 words, including the word “mother.”


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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

17 thoughts on “That phone call

  1. Ha ha, that’s so bang on for so much of what happens, the repeat motif thing. My kids aren’t yet teens so … but you know, I’m much more with Patti — madly taking note of the hardest things of looking after aging parents who’ve always been difficult so that I don’t visit the same pain upon my children. I’m lucky though. I have a grandfather who made everything quite easy for others by aging reasonably … I’m aiming to be more like him.

    Whoops! Now I’m all emo because I’m thinking about Gramps! Thanks!


  2. I love this. Perfect for Mother’s Day. A few years ago, after helping to move my Alzheimer’s-stricken mother-in-law from Florida to a Massachusetts assisted living facility, I wrote a note to my kids telling them I was writing to apologize for all I would put them through in the future, while I still could,


  3. I’m envious. Your kids have told you theyre sorry. I hope mine do that someday.

    this was easy to relate to because its so well written and delivered


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