The abundance of blooming chrysanthemums enticed me. Of course, being only 4 or 5 years old at the time, I couldn't resist picking a ...

Genevieve Deane 1953 Niagara Falls, NY Dear Mom, I keep having all these little mini conversations with you in my head as I go about ...

Rest In Peace February 9, 1920 - December 14, 2006 Genevieve Evelyn Borden Deane, age 86, died at her daughter's home in Cedar ...

Lightening crackles across the sky and thunder's magnificent bass joins the foolish chirp of optimistic early birds as rain pelts off th...

I see you, with your feet planted firmly on Mother Earth, absorbing blessed strength.  Your eyes fixed on the horizon, realizing your dre...

This picture has been altered in the spirit of fun in photoshop. I hope the Queen won't mind.

 You should think not only that you become a mother when your child is born, but also that you become a child.               ~~~Dogen ...

. I remember the day you were born. Your Mama was already ensconced in the hospital birthing room with a bevvy of nurses bustling around. ...

One Step at a Time by Lenor Madruga Chappel Lenor's story of living through extremely frightening circumstances is truly mouth droppi...

Dear Mom, Happy Mothers Day!  I love you very much and I am grateful to be your daughter…you are always there for me. The other day…I ...

A friend who has been following my blog was inspired by Heather's letter to her daughter, Charli and asked me to publish this: Butterc...

Mothers are like soldiers. They are the underdog in the house. Yet they are always there to protect you. They are always watching and m...

Dear Charli, You are 8. You do not get to have a teenage size attitude, yet. You talk back, and you get time out because you are ...

What's a mother to do? When her first born babe dies at birth... When her kid swallows bleach... or overdoses on aspirin? When her 9 yea...

I think we are often lead, but do not always follow. Like a mother walking down the road with her child, there reaches a point where she has...

I started to cry while driving on the freeway. I have no idea why. It wasn't simply that sense of tears starting to spring that you can ...

I remember the time I was driving X and his new steady girlfriend, K, home from high school. It had been a long monotonous ride. I got off t...

Today is my mother's birthday. She would have been 89. She led a good life, a hard life. She had such a lovely name, Genevieve. Her ea...