Rebirth of a Writer
October 13, 2012
When Alice was thirteen, she liked to write poetry. The unhappy end to that creative enthusiasm is described in the blog post, The Children’s Hour.
After a hiatus of 84 years, she has finally found the time and daring to write again (see Alice’s New Career), and last week her third story appeared in The Place’s newsletter. She called to describe the reaction of her fellow residents. Read the rest of this entry »
And the Winner Is…
August 25, 2012
The winning slippers:
Alice’s new slippers.
If you read Roses Are Red, Shoes Are Black, you probably noticed that Alice likes bows on her toes. So naturally she loved this furry-lined pair of Jellypops much more:
However, a bunion on her left foot protested.
“Oh me oh my,” she said, reluctantly placing the slippers with the velvet trim back into the box.
She shoehorned herself into her regular black shoes, and off we went to…
Strange Aches
June 11, 2012
On Sunday, Celia came to lunch and told Alice that her arms felt numb. She could not pick up her fork. Alarmed, Alice called one of the aides to the table and within minutes more aides arrived. Off went Celia to the nurse’s station and then into an ambulance.
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What Mother is This?
December 29, 2011
“I have an inferiority complex,” Alice announced almost happily on Christmas day, as if she’d just found one in her stocking.
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