Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

..I learned in the last month. The month of May has been, hands down, the most  difficult month that I think that I've ever experienced. Being away from home and hearth, health problems on both sides of the family and that great equalizer, death being a huge part of the month...yeah, I'm over it. The month of May was pretty much the wind down for me and my travelling the world. I was able to stay with my Mom while she had her back surgery and then some of the recovery time, which was a good thing. Dad was able to keep working so he didn't lose any time at all really. I was able to help Mom out with the things that she normally would be able to do for herself, and helped her to keep track of the medication that made her a bit loopy and a tad forgetful. This was a good thing, but a little bit stressful, so bring on a flare up. Nothing to write home about and pretty much controllable with Advil, but flareup nonetheless. The end of April and the beginning of May also brough...

Yeah, I know...really dorky, but it is. I'm actually having a "fibro fog" day. The worst part of it is that it didn't hit me that's what it was until just a few minutes ago. I've heard folks talk about it, and I know that I must have experienced it more than once since this has started in earnest, but I guess I just never put two and two together. Today, as my dad was waiting for my mom to return from taking my cousin around the corner, we were having a conversation. All I really remember from the conversation is something about a dog and cars. Most of the time I was having a hard time relating the two in the conversation, so a good portion of what he said was pretty much lost. Normally I would chalk that up to zoning out on him, which I do well I might add, but this wasn't the case. Today started out with aches and pains, but I really didn't think I was going to have memory problems today as well. Another thing that really bothered me is that I co...

Just for fun and to distract me from the fibro pains that are bugging the living tar out of me at the moment, I thought I would post this excerpt of a piece (with her permission, of course) from a writer who is struggling with the writing part. Enjoy Changing and heading to my plant table and my garden gloves, I almost tripped on the same pine cone that caused all of the doctor visits in the first place. Really, one would think that I would keep up better with the pine cones after the last episode, so I detoured to the garage and my lawn rake. After an hour or so, the lawn was devoid of leaves, pine needles and those evil little pine cones so I decided that it was time for a glass of tea, perhaps a glance at the paper. Heading back into the house, I noticed that I had not picked the mail up off of the entry floor, so I picked that up and put it on the desk with the intent of looking through it. Reaching for my reading glasses, I found that they were not in their usual place; eithe...