Adele’s Two Cents: Purge, Discard & Toss

Adele’s Two Cents: Purge, Discard & Toss

My sister and I recently moved our 87-year-old mother into an assisted living residence. With declining mobility and cognitive skills, it was the right and necessary move for her. The brand new facility boasts a hair salon, a movie theater and more daily activities than a Carnival cruise ship! My mother seems more engaged and delighted than she’s been in years. Continue reading

Happy Birthday, Mama

Happy Birthday, Mama

Happy 90th, Mama.
I wasn’t ready for you to go. None of us were. But the hard part–and it was achingly, stabbing-pain hard–was that by the time you died you were already gone. Alzheimer’s had stolen your memory, your thoughts and your good sense, leaving you vacantly confused, and the light in you snuffed out. Continue reading

Hangin’ with My Daughter

Hangin’ with My Daughter

I’m not one to point out the obvious but you may have noticed that a certain yours truly has been out of commission. This is on account that my daughter’s been home for a visit, and you know what that means.

Everything else falls by the wayside! Continue reading

Mama’s Eyes

Mama’s Eyes

Once again it is May. Seems to come every year at this time. Winter’s grasp finally gone. Somewhere Corn flowers and Stargazers are in bloom. Somewhere a baby Blue Jay is spreading its wings for the first time. Days get longer, evenings warmer. Salty ocean air feels good on my face.

So why is there a pall hanging over me this month? Why do I feel this heavy pang?

Oh yes. This is the month my mother died. A shock, a jolt, a stupefying blow to my gut.

I didn’t see it coming. Continue reading

Adele’s Two Cents: Bringing Down the Curve

Adele’s Two Cents: Bringing Down the Curve

Back in the day (Class of 19None-of-Your-Business), I was fortunate enough to attend one of these picky picky picky institutions (I don’t want to name names, but it rhymes with Schmarvard). And just because I’m a Latina, I don’t want you to think I only got in as some politically correct, affirmative action freebie, because I’ll have you know that I got in the old fashioned way: I slept with the Dean of Admissions. (Hey, don’t judge – she was no picnic!) Continue reading