My mom texted on Thursday. Grandma is in the hospital. She had a heart attack earlier this morning. Plan on doing the catheter thing tomorrow. Prognosis is not good. Your sister says she’s very confused and has a slamming headache. I hope you can make time to see her. Naturally, the mental arguments begin. Why…
Sometimes, I just can’t even. Just. Cant. I don’t even know how to begin to answer this. Mom: Aunt and Uncle are driving up in April. If you would like to escape for a couple of weeks you could drive down here with them and we would buy you a ticket home. Seriously? First, and…
I talked with my mother last week. Of course, it started with a text message. Mom: Call me on your lunch! I need to hear your voice Like the dutiful child I am, I called her. We chatted between bites of a fabulous dish of leftover paneer tikka masala that I’d brought in for lunch.…