Tag Archives: Family

Stern

Don’t stern-talk me, his sister said.That didn’t work from Dad.Attempts to shush me bend my headand only make me mad.You might try listening instead(I really wish you had).That pose supposed to ferry dreadlooks insecure and sad.

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Leaning In

We sat upon the couch and talked a bit.He wasn’t feeling well in back or head.Fatigue besieged (as is appropriate,with two young kids to wrest him from his bed).Attending to the way he sat and said,respecting his full plate and … Continue reading

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KCA to NYC

Though born and raised in Berkeley, she’s too muchfor Westerners to tolerate with ease.She fills a room and ambles fast. She’s sucha driven worker, friends and enemiesretreat from competition. Expertiseis what she likes, employing pull and torqueshe had from birth … Continue reading

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Less Parent Stress

I disagree but dare not disapprove.There may not be a wrong-and-right to it.The better part of wisdom could behoovea parent to adjust to time. What fitmy ancestors was inappropriatefor me when I was struggling with mine.I witness now a difference, … Continue reading

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Mother to Son

She asked my comment – should she intervene?Sit down and look sincerely in his eyes,and tell him to escape the liquored scenehe lives with? To abandon compromiseand leave the lady love he doesn’t love?Her son has always acted like he … Continue reading

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Metaphor

I longed for independence as a kid.I wanted power, to be in controlof self of course, and boundaries I’d ridor cherish. I took on an adult role.I wasn’t scared of bills, and though I lovedmy family, I pushed their care … Continue reading

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Mom’s Almost-Fall

She didn’t fall, exactly – more a slide,slow-motion and against the idling car,until she gently met the asphalt. Pridedictated her denial, but by farit was the softest topple. Sure we arerelieved we saw no injury. We heldher and uprighted her, … Continue reading

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Diff Day

Assuming I would spend the night awayfrom here, to help escort two kids to bed,and maybe process laundry late today(my Wednesday contribution to their chores),I didn’t have a clue I’d hear him say,“It’s okay, Mom. Let’s make it good for … Continue reading

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Lost & Found

This child entertains me, and provokesideas that ring as fresh in my old head.Discussing losing things and even folks,I told him he can’t lose himself. “In bedand dreaming, maybe,” I then modified.“You might lose bits of your identity.”“No, Grandma,” he … Continue reading

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Draft About Three

I’ve loved my brothers over 60 years.We get along, and one I often see.The other (middle) left us for the spheresex-patriot and, now retired, helives half a thousand miles from home base,where even yet our mother carries on.We text or … Continue reading

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