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By Lisa Batten Kunkleman My mother’s memory technique would never work in our house. She uses a kitchen table candy dish filled with dark chocolate Hershey Nuggets for more than maintaining healthy cholesterol levels. If she wants to remind herself to take the trash out to the street, she sets one nugget on the table. […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman My hometown lost a treasure recently. A popular music teacher and friend to so many, Carol’s unexpected death left people speechless, unable to fathom the senselessness of the loss. Unable to accept that someone took her life. For those of us fortunate enough to know Carol, we each have cherished memories […]
Goldilocks and the Seven Dwarfs Meet Rudolph With the Big Red Snout By Lisa Batten Kunkleman Before strokes and who-knows-what caused speech aphasia leaving Daddy (Papa Carl) with only about twenty-one words, he was a funny fellow. Downright embarrassing to his wife and kids at times with his humor. He liked to watch us squirm. […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman “Lisa I just realized I’m old. How did that happen?” Mom says. I say, “Beats me. You may be up there chronologically but you sure don’t act it. You and Betty White are ‘Da Bomb Diggity’.” Today is Mom’s birthday. Number eighty-something. Unbelievable. She can’t believe it either. If […]
Feisty little rose, born to be a miniature, this rose became a climber. It belonged to my grandmother, Ruth. She nurtured this rose and since she’s gone, we call it “Mother.” Now my mother continues that nurture. The rose continues to grow.
Loved and Treasured by Lisa Batten Kunkleman
