Thursday, October 23, 2014



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October has been an excellent month to review my year’s goals and evaluate changes needed to set quality but realistic goals for next year. Since reading Boundaries by Doctors John Townsend and Henry Cloud I have been a fan of their website and counseling materials. In Beyond Boundaries Dr. Townsend, begins Chapter 12, “Great relationships are fulfilling.  Great relationships involve risk.  You can’t have the first without the second.”

In the following blog written for Dave Ramsey, Dr. Townsend explores Two Areas of Life that Set Successful People Apart.


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Dementia Umbrella

October and November are months when fund raising for Alzheimer’s disease sponsors marathon walks. What these groups do not identify is the research tact they are supporting. And gaining research money is big.

FYI, I teach certification training in Mental Health and Dementia for WA DSHS. In our Dementia workbook the third page shows a grey on grey umbrella representing the broad diagnosis of Dementia.  Under this umbrella are the more specific definitions of symptoms: Alzheimer’s, Pick’s Disease, Vascular, Huntington’s, Parkinson’s, Lewy Body, to name a few.

Observing the residents who come to our home, while it does not get the big name recognition, I have conjectured that Vascular Dementia is as common as Alzheimer’s. You may be more familiar with the term “hardening of the arteries.” The following link ties brain and heart health together.  The cause of Alzheimer’s is at least 20% genetic. Vascular can be avoided by conscious, life-long health habits.

Check it out.



Sunday, September 21, 2014


Emily Dickinson may not be your cup of tea due to her anachronistic capitalizations and frequent dashes. But her poem, The Brain, suggests that our thinking may be rooted in a passionless track unless we allow splinters of new thought to wash in. And then we may be hard pressed to regain our previous certainty.  Fear of new thoughts and emotions are what marches censorship up and down Main Street.

Emily Dickinson, #556

The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly--and true--
But let a Splinter swerve--
'Twere easier for You--

To put a Current back--
When Floods have slit the Hills--
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves--
And trodden out the Mills--

The essay, Different Rules Apply by Matt Zoller Seitz, may be such a splinter that will move you to rebuild your emotional structures in a place where floods will not trod out your mill. If there is a "flood" where do you re-build your business? Might you consider a new source of energy? Do you dare think outside the box?

Jesus continually applied mercy as he walked the ancient turnpikes through villages and past country hovels, showing concern for the poor, for women and children: the least of these. The least we can do is step off our path for a moment to consider the idea Seitz offers in his painful and embarrassing story.


Saturday, September 6, 2014

What Mortals Be

Is it dreamed or dreamt?

Whichever, when the phone rings at 4:45 AM with the same IRS scam recording we have been subjected to all week, cerebral word choice gets trampled underfoot by reptilian brain stem reaction.

When we are awakened by a resident who wobbles out of bed at 2:00 AM in agitated confusion, that is bad news. The good news is that prescribed meds and an attentive caregiver can re-tuck her/him under the bed covers, probably for the duration until the phone rings in the office almost three solid sleeping hours later.

“Tragedy has serious and logical consequences. Cause and effect. Comedy usually doesn’t. You throw a person off a tall building in a comedy, he bounces. You throw someone off a building in a tragedy, don’t wait for the bounce.”  Robin Hemley

Mortality being what it is, we had best find humor in the illogic of it all or we’ll burn out as kindling for tragedy. That would be disastrous.

I no longer desire to push the foreign accent speaking scammer off a tall building somewhere in LA where he sleeps. However, the good news is that the well articulated English speaking female on the recorded message left a phone number. When we returned the call at 4:47 AM we “spoke” to a groggy male person. Yes, I have his number and can use it at all hours whenever whoever in our Home wakes in distress.

That is mortal humor and I am laughing.

Commas and hyphens were omitted intentionally. Sue me. It’s 5:00 AM.



Thursday, August 28, 2014


Aspects of mortality follow us like thunder trailing after a lightning strike low in the clouds too close to our window. Or the remembered scent of facial powder on a special Aunt’s soft cheeks.

I was stepping down into the garage from the kitchen when I heard my Grandmother’s voice, “Use your head to save your heels.” 

Grandma O lived on the first floor of a house with fruit cellar in the basement. So if she was going to make her way down to the fruit cellar, she reminded herself to mentally list what needed to go down and once down what would need to come up.

Today I was halfway to the pantry in the garage leaving behind the Tupperware container of brown rice on the kitchen counter. If I was using my head I would look around and see what else needed to be removed to the area where I was going. Once in the garage with milk in one hand and a can of chicken broth in the other, if I was using my head I would mentally review the menu and remember to bring in the bag of chocolate chips from the pantry for making cookies after supper.

“Use your head to save your heels.” I also should have checked the kitchen refrigerator for butter and now needed to trip back to the refrig in the garage. But I remember you, Grandma. Tea served in real china cups and saucers. The oil cloth covering the kitchen table. African violets on the window sill. A fuzzy bear stored in a basket of toys waiting for grandchildren to tumble out of the car and race each other to reach it. She probably didn’t understand the competitive urgency that dictated we give her a greeting kiss after we gripped the bear. For my part, I attempted to casually claim the back seat behind my Father because it would place me closest to Grandma’s door.

Grandma undoubtedly would not have picked this adage as our lasting remembrance but it has stuck, at least in my mind. A few years ago my Mother and I told stories about Grandma and she also remembered Grandma’s advice.

Mom laughed when I told her I remembered her frequent admonishment. I remember walking slowly home from third grade because I had been told a phone call from teacher to my mother preceded me. “Be sure your sins will find you out.” I found my Mother’s oft repeated warning curious and failed to understand for twenty years. Simply, recognize and clean up after your failures or you will continue to make the same mistakes. In my eight-year-old, uncomprehending mind, Mother’s adage was interpreted “be more careful not to get caught.”

And what mortal words have I left in my wake?  And you….

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Immeasurable Mortality

One of my favorite poems is by W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939. I include his life span because the dates place him in a historic time of particular culture, poetic form, with specific advances in medical practice.  Three score and ten was a hoped for age not often achieved.

We regret Yeats’ completed longevity bracket as it means he is no longer writing his wonderful poetry and essays. He undoubtedly would have had more to say. But we do not expect anyone born in 1865 to survive well over 100 years.  So from the perspective of 2014, his anthology was complete.

Because my longevity bracket is not completed, today I can read Yeats to my love and pass it on to my children who can read it to theirs. And to you.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

When You Are Old is read with contemporary commentary in the following video. Interesting to me is the reader’s connection with the Ukraine, a site of so much bad death.