One Bright Star

Memories collide as they remind her of a sweaty little palm that held tightly onto her hand, a palm that, too quickly, slipped from her grasp.
Memories collide as they remind her of a sweaty little palm that held tightly onto her hand, a palm that, too quickly, slipped from her grasp.
We all have momentary lapses in memory. We laugh and call them “Senior Moments” and sometimes, that’s all they are. But, for some of us, they are the beginning of Alzheimer’s and there is no way to determine which is which or what's next.
As I walked into the living room, my shoes squished against a soaked carpet. I was oblivious to the mess. My heart sank, sure the fish was a goner. Cat + fish = huge mess. Looked to me like I had interrupted her fishing expedition and caught her red-clawed.
After I finished driver's training, I thought I was road-ready, but passing the behind-the-wheel driver's test turned out to be something like climbing Mt. Everest. It took me four tries to pass it. The first was not entirely due to poor driving.
I have always been a nervous driver, afraid I’ll zig when I should zag. That fear started the first time I sat in the driver’s seat.