Holding my mother’s hand

and looking in the mirror

Photo by Fares Hamouche on Unsplash

My mother moved in with me a short time ago. Or more properly, she moved back in with me.

She had decided, just over a year ago, to move in with my sister. Driving her was my pending move to Oklahoma.

She decided that suffering the cat pee infused house with 9 nearly feral cats, with overly steep steps, a questionable neighborhood and my…



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Tim Dibble

Dog Father connecting the dots with a touch of humor. I write to entertain and maybe share a bit of wisdom.