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Alchemy of a Memoir, Pt. 3: Choosing a Title

The title of my blog was “Daughter on Duty,” and I laid bare on the screen how difficult both caring for my mother and living in her home were. I wasn’t shining a very good light on myself, but that was not my point. I was on duty, I was trying to stick with it, […]

Alchemy of a Memoir, Pt. 2: To Self Publish or . . .

“What would you do if nothing were standing in your way?” I would be a writer—you know, spending my day in a turret with a 360º view, writing best-selling novels. I probably should have turned down a different path long ago. Since I didn’t, I am lucky to have lived into the age of internet. […]

Hail to the Kale Salad

The Story There was much Mama could not eat, due to her digestive issues, but she was long devoted to dark green leafy vegetables for eye health. I don’t know that it mattered, in the end, her vision all but completely gone. But maybe it put off the inevitable for a while. At one visit […]

All the Time in the World, Part 2

All the Time in the World, Part 1 I try to remember my mother wasn’t always old. When George returned from Europe in 1946, he and Stellajoe could finally begin their life together. The world was their oyster, waiting to be discovered. . . . (Continue reading) Part 2 December 2015 My mother’s hopes and […]

Donna Knutson—Matriarchy, a poem

we have forgotten so much of the matriarchal language the songs of mothers rocking children to sleep babies nursing at the breast cotton cloth close to the skin rhubarb pie and a dollop of ice-cream. dinnertime conversations of remembrances and grandma and papa that history of gone but not forgotten. someone said a few years […]

At Seventy—My Bold Adventure

I became a gardener when I bought a house in Raleigh, on my own, and restored the old garden. Up until then, I merely did yard work. I was fifty-five. I considered myself a writer when I started my first blog and shared it publicly. Before that I was just a journaler. I was fifty-eight. […]

Strawberry-Citrus Shortcake

The Story: Strawberry Shortcake was a June staple in my childhood, Pacific NW strawberry season coming as it did in convergence with my mother’s birthday, my birthday, and my sister’s birthday. It was never ever made with the tasteless little store-bought sponge cakes sold in the produce section at the grocery store. Never with pound […]