by Sandy Lingo | May 10, 2017 |
We are home from the doctor’s appointment, so now it is Mom’s bedtime. If it’s not mealtime or bathroom time or appointment time, it is bedtime. I help her change into her comfy pajamas, ones that are soft and stretchy, but not so slippery that she’ll slide out of...
by Sandy Lingo | Apr 21, 2017 |
Do not avert your eyes. It is important that you see this. It is important that you feel this. ― Kamand Kojouri Last night I was sitting by the front window in the Vine Street Skyline Chili, just me with my four-way, book, and phone. Rick was at some sporting...
by Sandy Lingo | Dec 22, 2016 |
But if my mother had been a normal mom, she would have hidden that doll better. In fairness, it couldn’t have been easy to hide a three-foot baby doll, with the size and proportions of a real child so it could be dressed in toddler clothes. But really, Mom, in the...
by Sandy Lingo | Apr 22, 2016 |
(Dumpster help link!) I pried open the overstuffed file cabinet and found, amid tax returns from the twentieth century, a hanging file marked “Birth Certificates.” And there they were, the birth certificates for Ray Fred and Debi Briana. My mother’s Cabbage...
by Sandy Lingo | Jan 31, 2016 |
In memory of my mother, who died three years ago today.I am in The Club. Against all reason, I just never imagined myself a member. If you are not in it yet, you will be: The Club of Motherless Daughters.A few weeks after Mom died, a casual acquaintance, upon...
by Sandy Lingo | Jan 18, 2016 |
“Oh, and you have to wear a hat,” Pann Webb said after I accepted her invitation to the Webb New Year’s Eve Dinner Extravaganza. I am not a party girl, and I had only accepted after she assured me that I didn’t absolutely have to stay up until midnight. Then she...
