I Never Knew My Grandmother

Mamacita says:  I never knew my grandmother. Oh, I knew the woman who bore my mother and my aunt and my uncles, but I never knew the woman she really was.  I only knew the woman she became after the … Continue reading

It Takes a Village, and We Are That Village

Mamacita says:  I think sometimes that if there had been online journals, blogs, when I was raising my children, I might not have made quite as many mistakes. Often, during those years, I felt very isolated. I was sure that … Continue reading

My Mother: A Love Story

Mamacita says:  My mother is 83 years old. I call her every day, and invite her to dinner at least twice a week; she takes the leftovers home and has them for lunch the next day. I always call her … Continue reading

Remembering Dad, Before the Disease Changed Him

 Mamacita says:  This is my dad, back when he was healthy and strong. Actually, it’s just a few years before the diabetes became stronger than he was. It didn’t take long. . . . I’ve posted several times about my … Continue reading

I Shot the Snake, but I Didn’t Shoot the Deputy

Mamacita says:  This is a true story.  I shot the snake in my living room.  But I didn’t shoot the deputy, coward that he turned out to be.  Barney Fife would have been braver. But here’s that story again, since … Continue reading