Category: therapy

Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

Posted in memoir, Iowa, mom, dad, hospital, secret, government, mental health, moccasins, beans, therapy, JanuaryLeave a comment

(re-run) I was nine or ten when our mom took me and my younger siblings downtown to a place to get some free food for poor people.  Our dad was out of work for six weeks. My mother was humiliated. We waited in line until it was our turn. As the worker handed Mom her… Continue reading Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

Thirteen White Vehicles

Posted in climate change, dog walks, dogs, jet stream, memoir, November, Santa Cruz, Thanksgiving, therapy, tornadoLeave a comment

On our early dog walk this morning, Pepper and I passed thirteen white vehicles in one block. Since it was a Sunday, all the cars for each household were there, parked in driveways and on the street. There are no basements in California, because there are no tornados? Actually, climate change has brought a few… Continue reading Thirteen White Vehicles

Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

Posted in beans, dad, government, hospital, Iowa, memoir, mental health, moccasins, mom, secret, therapyLeave a comment

(re-run) I was nine or ten when our mom took me and my younger siblings downtown to a place to get some free food for poor people.  Our dad was out of work for six weeks. My mother was humiliated. We waited in line until it was our turn. As the worker handed Mom her… Continue reading Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

The People I Meet When Thrifting

Posted in memoir, Oakland, people, shopping, therapy, thrift store, thrift stores, White Elephant sale1 Comment

(re-run) I have a deep need to thrift. I do it at least once a week, even on vacations. I’m not talking consignment stores where people bring in items, hoping to get some money back.  I’m talking about stores that take donations and sell things on the cheap because they got them for free. Last… Continue reading The People I Meet When Thrifting

The People I Meet When Thrifting

Posted in memoir, Oakland, people, shopping, therapy, thrift store, thrift stores, White Elephant saleLeave a comment

(re-run) I have a deep need to thrift. I do it at least once a week, even on vacations. I’m not talking consignment stores where people bring in items, hoping to get some money back.  I’m talking about stores that take donations and sell things on the cheap because they got them for free. Last… Continue reading The People I Meet When Thrifting

The People I Meet When Thrifting

Posted in memoir, Oakland, people, shopping, therapy, thrift store, thrift stores, White Elephant saleLeave a comment

I have a deep need to thrift. I do it at least once a week, even on vacations. I’m not talking consignment stores where people bring in items, hoping to get some money back.  I’m talking about stores that take donations and sell things on the cheap because they got them for free. Last week… Continue reading The People I Meet When Thrifting

Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

Posted in beans, dad, government, hospital, Iowa, memoir, mental health, moccasins, mom, secret, therapyLeave a comment

I was nine or ten when my mom took me and my younger siblings downtown to a place to get some free food for poor people.  Our dad was out of work for six weeks. My mother was humiliated. We waited in line until it was our turn. As the worker handed Mom her block… Continue reading Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

Posted in beans, dad, government, hospital, Iowa, memoir, mental health, moccasins, mom, secret, therapyLeave a comment

I was nine or ten when my mom took me and my younger siblings downtown to a place to get some free food for poor people.  Our dad was out of work for six weeks. My mother was humiliated. We waited in line until it was our turn. As the worker handed Mom her block… Continue reading Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

The Heirloom Box

Posted in childhood, death, fairness, grandma, great grandma, heirloom, knitting, memoir, mothers, siblings, therapy, treasureLeave a comment

My great grandmother had passed away.  Mom and Grandma were going over to the house, and Sis and I got to go with them, because we were the oldest kids in the family. I didn’t remember my great grandmother except for when she was in bed, dying, her white hair spread over the floral pillowcase.… Continue reading The Heirloom Box

Government Cheese and Pinto Beans

Posted in beans, dad, government, hospital, Iowa, memoir, mental health, moccasins, mom, secret, therapyLeave a comment

I was nine or ten when my mom took me and my younger siblings downtown to a place to get some free food for poor people.  Our dad was out of work for six weeks. My mother was humiliated. We waited in line until it was our turn. As the worker handed Mom her block… Continue reading Government Cheese and Pinto Beans