Poem: Red

Red I look out my window just in time to see the woman walking the red dog. And think about my mom who likes to tell me about the duo in long winding circles of words. Does she love to see them because the red dog is the bright color her hair once was? Do…

Mom and Aging 2.0

I knew it would not be easy to accompany my mom on the journey of “getting old.” She has always been an ultra-independent person. When someone talks about a parent’s frequent requests for help, I can’t even imagine. My mom avoids asking me for help like the plague and seems to be enduring a form of…

Bethyl’s Blog

Guest Blogger: My mother has started “blogging” via email and this is her post for yesterday which seems an interesting follow-up to my “Hands” post: Today is my mother’s birthday. Alice Ardena Erickson Davis. December 13, 1887 – August 3, 1980. She was 40 when I, her fifth and last child, was born in 1927….

Memory Lane

The celebration of my birthday started yesterday with a little celebration at our staff meeting. I arrived to find flowers at my desk and my favorite salad from the local cafe as lunch for everyone. This was of course followed by cake – chocolate cake (my Mom made me chocolate cake every year as it…

Happy 80th Birthday Mom!

I’m writing from the Pacific Southwest District Annual Assembly in Riverside, CA where I’m having a great time so far. However, my thoughts are with my mother who turned 80 today in South Carolina – so far away! I managed to put together a gift basket and get it in the mail in time, which…

Timeless Bershon

It’s been a long week for both my husband and I. We are sitting on the couch with our laptops doing a little surfing and blogging before calling it a night. I was doing a quick browse of the BlogHer site when I found this post on teenage “bershon.” I didn’t know what the heck…

The Missing History of Kjersti

Do you know your family history? I suddenly found out who I am. I knew a part of it. My father’s side. He had been researching and collecting for a long time. We spent summers in oddly placed graveyards. One of the most important was a little family one in the middle of a cornfield….