Tag Archives: Aging Parents

FLYING COLORS IN AN ARTIST’S LIFE

Posted on March 16, 2010 by Judy

I am galloping up on a while horse. I dismount and bow. I am the greatest heroine that ever lived.
I am the mother; I am the daughter. And today, I was the artist, too! Continue reading →

Tagged "sandwich generation", Aging Parents, Art and Illustration, Caregiving, creativity, Humor, humor children, humor daily life, Ordinary Life, parenting | 1 Comment

MUSIC – NOTES OF SILENCE, NOTED IN MY LIFE

Posted on March 13, 2010 by Judy

You’ve given me confidence, comfort, and the ability to teach and learn. I love you more than anything else in the world – and remember my guitar – even if I ever let you down in my anger and frustration, and I blame you rather than myself – know that I will never desert you. Continue reading →

Tagged "sandwich generation", acoustic guitar, Advocacy, Aging Parents, composing, creativity, diary, guitar, Humor, humor children, humor daily life, lovesong, lyric development, lyric writing, lyrics, mother's illness, Music, Music grief bereavement, Ordinary Life, parenting, singing, songwriting, writing | Leave a comment

THE PRESENT IS MY GIFT

Posted on March 13, 2010 by Judy

My hypnotherapist, Connie, had suggested that I start a blog. This was because I was emailing all of my friends like crazy. I was writing to friends from childhood and all parts of my life. It was therapy for me, and I received such an amazing array of heartfelt support while my mom was on a respirator for two months starting last November. I didn’t think that 50-year-old women blogged! Continue reading →

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GRIEF 101 – PART 1

Posted on March 13, 2010 by Judy

I am no different from other humans that are grieving. I just feel that I might have a gift with the ability in writing to describe those feelings. Just because I can write about it, doesn’t mean that my grief is any deeper than anyone else’s or any “worse.” There are no ways to ever, ever compare grief. I used to do that. But I eventually learned that it really doesn’t matter. It never made me feel one ounce better to think my situation was “worse!” Continue reading →