A trip to the DMV…with my mother.

A trip to the DMV…with my mother.

Ah, I bet when you read that headline, you got the heebies and dreads. No one likes going to the Department of Motor Vehicles. It is a necessary evil and something that should be avoided at all costs. The lines are long, and patience is short. This past Monday I...
Mom moved in.

Mom moved in.

In early September, 2017, I wrote a post called, “I held my mother’s hand today”. I talked about my mother and my experience as we began dealing with the aging process.  Things had begun to slow down and at almost 80 years old, it can be expected.  Now we have turned...