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Trash Collector-Part 2


Walking outdoors is Mom’s main love. (Yes, I know, I encouraged the treadmill idea. She detests treadmills.) Her trash collecting mission branched off of her love for green and clean living. She is an original environmental protector at eighty-eight-years old.

On a mission one day, Mom fell into the gutter. Concrete gutter. Head first.

A couple driving past, saw her and stopped. They helped her up and offered to drive her home. Mom said no. Our address and my phone number are inside her walker, but went unnoticed and forgotten.

Mom arrived home with a bump on her head. She said she didn’t see any stars or pass out, just felt stupid. Well, I was relieved, but upset.

We related the incident to her doctor’s office. No damage, except a lump on her forehead. They instructed no more reaching and trash collecting for my eighty-seven-year-old. Mom is also supposed to walk only twenty minutes, instead of one hour. Sigh.

I took away her beloved trash collecting mission. I hid her metal reacher. Mom tries to sneak the garbage bags out. Just today, I found her with one at our front door. She actually pouted and stamped her foot when I said, “No, no, no. No more. Just look up instead of down, so you won’t see the trash.” Mom was mostly joking, when she had her tantrum.

It’s uncomfortable being my Mom’s mom.


Trash Collector-Part 1


For about one year, Mom was the neighborhood trash collector. She put on her hat and armed with her metal reacher, she executed her clean up mission in our apartment complex. Mom went as far as her legs and walker allowed. She eventually ventured into surrounding neighborhoods. I finally convinced her to stay near our complex only.

The community thanked her with notes left on bushes and often with a garbage bag tied to it. Neighbors even yelled out of the windows of their cars, “Thank you!”

By way of thanks, neighbors purchased cold slushes or coffees for Mom from the Human Bean coffee shop and gave them to her. Sometimes, when she walked near the shop, customers would hand her a drink.

Appreciation is lovely.




Sisters Are Not Puppies



“L” is in the clouds with new baby sister “E” to kiss and hold. “Babies are so cute!”

“I think so too, I love babies.”

“I love her.”

“Me, too!”

“I thinks she loves me.”

‘I think you’re right. Baby E knows your voice.”

L nodded. “Inside Mommy’s tummy Baby E could hear us talking. That’s why E knows me. ”

“Yes, babies can hear through their mommies tummies.”

“Babies are so cute, it’s sad they grow up to be sisters.”

The adults laughed, assuming that she spoke of “I”, her middle sister.

I saw concern and sadness in L’s eyes. “It’s like puppies or kitties, we never want them to grow up.”

L nodded, “But they DO.”

“Yes, but the fun thing about baby sisters is that when they grow up, they can be your friends.”

L’s eyes widened and she smiled a big smile.

Sisters are forever.


Going Places


Once in a while, it is satisfying to actually go somewhere. We can spin our wheels and go nowhere more often than we wish to.

Years ago, I travelled and lived abroad from the motive of adventure. A full year of sixteen countries–planes, trains, ferries, buses, hitchhiking, hotels, homes, and hostels. Even those exciting things are exhausting. I must tell you that after I returned, I slept for a month, in my quiet and cozy home.

It is true that there is a time and season for everything under the sun. My current season is grandma-hood, so I travel frequently to the same state, from the motive of love for my family and little granddaughters.



Anniversary of Second Chances


One year ago today, we proclaimed our vows of love, honor, and commitment! We said them in front of an audience of family with a few close friends. The ceremony took place inside a family home, instead of the backyard–due to rain…in a drought year. Though disappointed, the indoor setting was intimate and lovely.

Even though my new husband and I were divorced from our first marriages, we proclaimed those vows in front of most of the same people. What drives people to remarry–to take a chance with love after the trauma and destruction of divorce?

In general, I believe for the sake of having one’s own true love.

This morning, I contemplated the three most powerful and driving of forces for good in the hearts of humankind–faith, hope, and love. The greatest of these is love.



Author Spotlight: Elaine Faber


LOL. I love Agnes and her courage and never ending scrapes.

Reade and Write


This week on Reade and Write I welcome Elaine Faber, author of several books and short stories. She’s here to discuss her most recent novel, Mrs. Odboddy- Home Town Patriot. Welcome, Elaine!
Tell me about your new book. 

Elderly, eccentric Agnes Agatha Odboddy has issues of distrust and suspicion, believing conspiracies and spies abound in her small town. Filled with hysterical scenes, including rationing, chickens in the bathroom, chasing a suspected ration book thief and encountering a Japanese air balloon bomb, Mrs. Odboddy fights the war from the home front. When Mrs. Roosevelt visits, Agnes’s crazy suspicions just might become reality and she faces down a killer to prove she is a home town warrior.

Tell me about the setting of your book—how did you choose it, what kind of research did you have to do, why did you choose it?

Set in a small No. California town, not too…

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