The things that come to mind.

When I was growing up, mom and I went at it all the time. She once told me it was because we were so much alike, she wanted me to do some things differently than she did. When I was in my 20s she apologized for any hell she put me through. Well, of course... Continue Reading →

Advocating for your aging parent’s health shouldn’t have to be a fight with the system.

I was going through some of my notes from mom's hospitalizations that took place after her fall in a grocery store in November 2014. I came across a letter I'd written to the corporation that owned mom's rehabilitation facility. Though this happened nearly eight years ago, and mom's been gone almost three years now, I... Continue Reading →

Digging in the Dirt

It has been a while since I have written anything. It is not that I have not wanted to write or not had ideas; it is just that after the disaster that was the year 2020 and all the pain it managed to inflict upon my life and the lives of others, I lost my... Continue Reading →

Time stands still for no one

One year after a life-changing experience, it still feels like yesterday The year is half over and it's hard to believe that this week marks one year since COVID changed my life. It feels like only yesterday. It was a Friday; mom was just ending her second week in the hospital, and I was with... Continue Reading →

Discovering Family History

Finding Bernie and learning about common genealogical history. As published in Splice Today Over the course of 20 years, I’ve spent a lot of time researching my family history. Sometimes I hit the jackpot—uncovered the answers to decades-long questions, found the missing piece of the puzzle, or solved the mystery that no one else could. While... Continue Reading →

Jotting as Writing

Dad spent a lot of time pondering life and its meaning. (as featured in Splice Today) Dad liked to write. By that I don’t mean poetry or stories because that wasn’t his style. Dad’s form of writing was different; it was in the form of little notes, sketches, numbers, facts, and figures. He spent most... Continue Reading →

My Other Loves

by Naomi Hersh Clackum. Summer 1989: We'd gone for almost two years without a dog in our home when we made the decision to visit the local humane society. Having been forced to make that heartbreaking decision to send Bambi, our seven year old Belgian Shepherd/Collie to her final rest, we vowed never again to... Continue Reading →

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