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...
Not by the hair….

Not by the hair….

In the harsh light of my hotel bathroom, I caught my first glimpse of an old Italian lady chin. There near my right ear, yet thankfully not directly on my chin was a rouge hair and a gray one at that.  I wondered what would be next, rolled down hosiery into chunky...