May-hem: A Re-Post
Last year, I did myself a favour. I wrote — and posted publicly — a reminder about what May is like. Then I created a reminder in my calendar that I should a) read the post and b) that my loved ones know why I’d be incommunicado for the month of May. The reminder arrived…
Spring in the City
It’s here. It’s actually here. What so many of us were starting to doubt would ever arrive, finally did. Spring. Yes, really. It’s here. Want to see proof? It’s sunny and warm. For the last several days, I’ve made sure to take a lunchbreak and spent it in the neighbourhood with my camera. First, I…
No Child of My Own
Last week’s excellent CreakyChat on family planning and rheumatic diseases brought up some memories. I remember the moment I decided not to have children of my own. My mother is pushing my manual chair through the old part of Rigshospitalet, the hospital where I spent several years waiting for hip replacements. The hospital where I…
Tinks, Bubblewrap, and a Birthday
It’s April. How did it get to be April?? I must’ve blinked… April means Easter and Easter means a visit by the Tinks. This year, it also meant celebrating my mother’s birthday. Well, the first celebration. We are waiting with the grand shindig for when she is fully recovered from her hip replacement surgery. Instead,…
Happy Big Birthday, Mor!
I’m a lucky woman for many reasons and one of them is that mor is not just my mother, but my friend, too. Which is not to say that her friendship has been more important than her mothering. In fact, I think she’s pretty much the perfect mother. Even when I was little, she encouraged…