When I wrote Anything is Possible it was with two goals in mind. One was to infuriate my husband into action. Score: 0.5. I erroneously made the assumption people would pick up the phone or email him and ask Why did she write that? What’s going on? Or better, Why is your head up … Continue reading No Matter What
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Anything is Possible
I’m at home this morning while Hook waits at the hospital for the case manager to stop by and give the okay for a Tuesday release. Over the weekend, the doctors were able to contain the blood clot by putting in a filter of sorts to prevent the clot from rising further up the body. … Continue reading Anything is Possible
Timing is Everything
“I haven’t posted a blog in weeks,” I said as he sat down at the kitchen table. “I know.” “I don’t know what to say.” My words lingered in the air waiting for his reply. With a hint of resignation in his voice and as he pushed himself up from the table to stand, he … Continue reading Timing is Everything
The Sugar Nazi
The ABBA songs ended. No more ABBA and no more sugar in the Hook household. Hook is convinced I’m obsessed with sugar and I’m convinced he has selective hearing. At his final appointment with the surgeon last week, Hook mentioned to the doctor that he’d had a glass of wine the other night. The surgeon … Continue reading The Sugar Nazi
God Moved to Australia and He Did Not Take Us with Him
It is 3:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday and I am drinking a glass of champagne. I’m not celebrating anything or I’m celebrating everything. I do not know which. Earlier, I cried to no one because no one was here which is usually how I prefer to lick my wounds: in private. Yet here … Continue reading God Moved to Australia and He Did Not Take Us with Him
Writings By Rosemary 