For four days I have sat by my father’s side in this hospital room with the bright red stop sign at the door. I am wearing a blue gown over my clothes, and gloves, and coverings over my shoes. He came into the hospital for dehydration and complications following a fall, and picked up one … Continue reading A Moment of Compassion
Author: drellabuck
The Light
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In the Moment
If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be. ~ Maya Angelou
Writer’s Eyes
Two weeks after attending the Newburyport Literary Festival I am still seeing the world through my Writer 's Eyes. The sky needs describing, the woman at the checkout with the muddy sweatshirt demands a backstory, and the fresh raindrops on my fuchsia beg the words to do them justice. Being surrounded by writers and avid … Continue reading Writer’s Eyes
Thoughts While Making Chicken Noodle Soup
I cooked this afternoon, and it felt good. It was as if I found myself as I peeled and chopped. I am learning this new place in my parent's home. No longer the child, I am now the caregiver. Lifelong roles have been ripped apart by my father's death and my mother's subsequent surgery. I … Continue reading Thoughts While Making Chicken Noodle Soup
The Unknowable
When the FB invite for a “Holiday Shopping Party” appeared in my newsfeed, I RSVP’d with a maybe, and my comment: “Food, Shopping and a Psychic, what could be more fun?” received several likes. In truth, psychics make me anxious. While I don’t “not believe,” I also don’t believe I have ever met someone who … Continue reading The Unknowable
It’s OK That He Stinks at Valentine’s Day
So I was thinking about writing for our local Open Mic night and dithering over a topic when Kevin (the nice man I am married to) suggested that, since it would be Valentine’s Day I could write about that. That, of course, led to a conversation about Valentine’s Days that we have shared. We have … Continue reading It’s OK That He Stinks at Valentine’s Day
Thoughts While Folding Laundry
It is 9:30 at night and I am sitting on my couch folding my 2 year old daughter's laundry. I am sorting out favorite dresses that are showing wear, and little shirts that no longer fit. This makes me just like thousands of moms with toddlers that grow faster than we ever imagined. But … Continue reading Thoughts While Folding Laundry
Living On
It is a small photo, black and white, a glimpse of a different time captured in a 2”x4” image. It is one of my favorites, plucked from an old family photo album with heavy black pages – photos carefully placed with those little corner holders. I used to love looking at the albums during our … Continue reading Living On