My Mother’s Voice

Alzheimer’s being the conniving thieving bitch that  it is, my mother wasn’t herself in the final years of her life. The  woman I visited in the Alzheimer’s special care unit was a stranger wearing my mother’s skin but not much else, like the invasion of the body snatchers had taken place, month after month beneath the surface, until one day we looked and the woman we knew was gone, replaced by some alien being. An imposter. Intruder alert. Intruder alert. She died back in 2012. Don’t worry; I won’t be getting maudlin on you.  My real mother–not that stranger in a wheel chair, head nodding on her shoulder–is who I want to think about today.  My real mother —Enid Maude Good nee Hayden, a prim, old-fashioned name, perhaps the only thing about her I didn’t love— was British-born and had a lovely London lilt to her voice her whole life even though she left England in the mid-1950’s. I suppose at thirty, her vocal patterns were already frozen in place.  Sounding like a cross between

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L: Let's liven this place up


Due to my insane decision to take part in the AtoZChallenge, I've been hanging out here a lot more than usual of late, as well as taking time to visit many of you. One thing kept hitting me in the face again and again as I stopped by some of your very beautifully designed pages—I wish I'd gone with WordPress! So many sharp-looking blogs out there to covet. The look of my own blog was boring me to tears so I decided to liven things up a bit around here. Looking for a sleeker, cleaner feel I've freshened up just a tiny bit. It's not a complete face lift, more like a change of dress and a couple of small Botox injections. I can already see it needs a dash of color but I'm not sure what to do about that. I guess I'll live with it for a bit, see how it wears but you know how young girls get weary wearing the same old dress? That goes for web page designs too. I am sad the new layout means I have to lose one of my favorite pictures, this shot of my brother and me when we were little kids, at what must be Bekonscot Model Village and Railways in England. I'm not losing it completely, it's still there over on the right, but now you have to click the tab to see it. I'll miss seeing our two little happy faces, beaming like beneficent giants. Maybe I can figure out a way to keep it visible. Anyone know?

It's still the AtoZChallenge, and the Letter is L.

Liven: verb (used with object)
1.
to put life into; rouse; enliven; cheer (often followed by up):
What can we do to liven up the party?
verb (used without object)
2.
to become more lively; brighten (usually followed by up):
If this party doesn't liven up soon, let's leave.

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  1. ONG! Those earthlings have mutated into giants!

    Stephen Tremp
    A to Z Cohost
    Twitter: @StephenTremp

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