Why So Quiet?

I don’t get boodle of steady readers, but I have a few of you and right off I want you to know how much I appreciate it when you swing by, read my stuff and when you comment or like my work I am on top of the world.

So I want to explain why my posts have gotten a little skinny.

After I returned from my visit to Wisconsin to visit my son and his family my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.

She is 84 years old and it really does blow that she has to spend the next year in treatment, but you gotta do what you gotta do. She just wants to get through the treatments so she can be done with them.

My family are no strangers to some very tough challenges, so really she’s put out because that means she won’t get to make her yearly run to Vegas ( but she just got back so-) and when she hates the idea of losing her hair because she doesn’t have a lot to begin with.

Anyway, last weekend we went to a casino in Tacoma and blew off some steam. It really felt good and now we are looking ahead to the holidays and working around Mom’s appointments.

I’ve taken a sort of vacation from writing, but what I have learned from facing all sorts of challenges is that one goal that helps you the most is living your life the way you did before you got struck sideways.

So that’s what I will be doing, that’s what my Mom will be doing and that’s what the rest of our family will be doing to.

Now.

I have some grave humor and grave thoughts to dig up for my blog and I hope you will continue to enjoy it  as much as I enjoy creating it for you.

Anita

To Heck With You

RDP Sunday: Aghast

Gertrude Abercrombie

Over the last few years until just a few days ago

I have had terminal illnesses carry away some members of my family and threaten the lives of others.

I’ve watched these people fight and watched their loved ones rise to  breathtaking heights of  bravery in the struggle that  they faced and it humbled me.

So if you are an Anti Vaxxer, if you are an Anti Masker and I had to sum you up, as an individual in one word,  I would ink this word on your forehead for all of the world to see:

COWARD.

Sorry Egg Baby

Word of The Day Challenge: EGG

Avery Palmer

Back when I was in Highschool

I took a class called ” Family Living ” and in this class we learned to balance checkbooks, decorate a living room- not with furniture but we helped chose paint and finishings for houses that our carpentry class ( don’t remember what it was actually called ) helped to build.

We even worked on things like figuring out the pros and cons of various wood burning stoves, hot tubs and home electronics.

Then we strted  a unit I called babyland.

We learned about child development and we even had a chance to work with real little kids.

I was fine with that because I babysat a lot and some of the children I I watched were special needs kids.

One of the projects in our  Family Living class was to carry around an egg for a week.

We could decorate our little egg, we  were supposed to name it, we even had a little ‘baby book’ and that we had to fill out.

Our teacher even went as far as to check up on us in our other classes and and she had her teacher’s assistants check up on us to make sure our Egg Babies were with us.

It was fun.

The not so fun part was that if you found a little red ” x ” on  your egg it meant that your Egg Baby was disabled.

Guess who got the flawed egg?

Some students took extra good care of their disabled Egg Baby- but I have to admitt, I did not.

I knew what it was like to have to put diapers on a eight year old. I knew what it was like to have people stare at the child in your care and have them ask, ” What’s wrong with it.. I mean her.”

I knew what it was like to find a Mom crying in her backyard because her three year old child’s grandfather had said, ” I guess his life is over already.”

Seeing that little red “X” broke my heart and at that moment I decided I didn’t want to play.

 

I was in my science class when one of my Family Living Teacher’s assistants came in.

She bounced up to my desk ( all of this teacher’s assistants were perky, I think it was a pre requistate to work with her ) and said, ‘ Ok. Where is your baby?”

I looked up and said, ” it’s in my locker ”

” Well. She said primly, ” you’re supposed to have it with you at all times. ” she took up her clipboard and was about to put a zero next to my name when out of my mouth fell the words,

” Well.”  I said just as primly but with a little bit of anger, “It was supposed to be normal. ”

You know, there are words that you say that haunt you forever and for some reason those words will always haunt me.

I’m sorry Egg Baby. I should have given you a real name.

 

Avery Palmer

Fandango’s Flashback Friday: Grandma’s Kitchen

First published November 14, 2019

for

DAILY ADDICTIONS PROMPT: BREAD

Republished For Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Some people have stories

about watching their Grandmothers or Great Grandmothers

baking fresh bread in their kitchens.

 

The sun was always streaming through the windows on those bread baking days

as  Grandma told her stories  about her Mother baking bread

once upon a time and long ago

and magically you could still smell Spring flowers in her warm Fall kitchen

as she melodically told her story

and you clung to each word.

 

Sweet memories

always warm and tasty as we share them

exactly like the  bread Grandma used to bake.

 

My Grandma

didn’t bake bread and she didn’t tell sweet kitchen stories

from long ago.

 

My Grandmother

used to tell me ghost stories

that she kept warm on her baker’s rack

we shared them

hungrily, ravenously

between us when the world was  dead asleep.

 

Her stories still  come alive for me

and

they  chill   the air

falling around me like crispy autumn leaves

when I am in my kitchen

and the world is dead asleep

and winter is setting in.