
Going Home
For these eight days away from home at home, mom has been whole. For me, anyway. I close my eyes and I see her through my front window. She’s weeding the walkway to my porch.
by Pennie Nichols | May 27, 2022 | Alzheimer's Bull, Family and Friends
For these eight days away from home at home, mom has been whole. For me, anyway. I close my eyes and I see her through my front window. She’s weeding the walkway to my porch.
by Pennie Nichols | May 18, 2022 | Accidental Blogs, Family and Friends
Some mornings I stand on the edge of a steep knowing, a transformational space of understanding, embracing the brilliance that opens infinitely before me. Others, the land is flat beneath my feet, the same as it always was, closed off from the mystery beyond by a patch of trees, shadows, confusion. I’m fine and I’m falling apart. These are both true.
by Pennie Nichols | Oct 11, 2021 | Connections, Family and Friends
by Pennie Nichols | Sep 17, 2021 | Connections
Life is a used book. We’re not the first to fall in love, we’re not the first to shatter on the rocks of heartbreak. We’re not the first to raise a child, to find a friend. to lose a loved one.
by Pennie Nichols | Sep 1, 2021 | Community
by Pennie Nichols | Aug 9, 2021 | Family and Friends
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