Living the Dream

It has been almost three years since my brothers and I brought my mother to her nursing home. As expected, in that time, she has greatly deteriorated. No longer feisty, she is complacent. No longer mobile, instead of wandering the halls, she sits in a wheelchair. Her speech is spotty at best. It is so… Read More Living the Dream

Telling my grandmother I’m pregnant, again for the first time

“Gena, do you have something to tellllll meeeeee?” my grandmother asks through the phone, drawing out the end of the sentence as if to tease me. Of course, I know where she’s going with this question. “Nanny, I’m pregnant!” I say. “How come you didn’t tell me!” she asks, slightly teasing, but slightly confused.  I… Read More Telling my grandmother I’m pregnant, again for the first time