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Nancy May and I discuss A Cup of Tea on the Commode on the the “Doing It Best with Eldercare Success” podcast. Click the link to take a listen. Enjoy! Click here to Order the book now. Visit our YouTube channel to see more teasers. Better yet, sign up to stay posted on all A Cup of Tea on theContinue reading “A New Podcast Interview”
The Perfect Mother’s Day gift, hmmm. Hey, how about this? “A Cup of Tea on the Commode.” How I filled my mother’s golden years with love, laughter, and joy. Though not always successful. I came pretty Damn close. Get yours now!
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If your mother discovers this book before you do, you’re in big trouble. Buy it first. Avoid the guilt trip. “A Cup of Tea on the Commode.” How I filled my mother’s last years with love, laughter, and joy. Though not always perfect, I came pretty damn close. And it comes in two sizes; regular print and large print, for those who don’t like to squint when reading.
If you’re a mother who wants to be treated like a queen in her golden years, you’ll want this book to give to your kids to read.
Thirty days until release, but who’s counting? I guess we are. If your mother deserves to be treated like a queen in her “Golden Years,” you need to read this book. And it comes in, not one but two sizes.
I introduced myself to a new neighbor, an attractive psychiatrist who moved in across the street. “I’m single, fifty-five, have no kids, and I live with my mother. You’re going to want me on your couch. But soon it was me who needed her couch.”
…We attended Easter Mass at Our Lady of Mount Carmel, where even at church, Porsches, Mercedes, and Jaguars steal the scarce “handicap parking” spaces. This confirmed my belief that the disabled only drive the swankiest cars. I don’t believe the lack of morals qualifies as a disability, but perhaps these car owners do. Though Mom couldn’t remember her last Mass, I would think in the eyes of the Church, lack of mobility, and near-death qualified as valid excuses for any lapse. So, Heaven—for her, and not the morally disabled—should still be in the cards. We also stopped by Valleau cemetery to say hi to Dad. It had been fifteen years since we laid him to rest, and I’m sure at least a couple since Mom’s last hello. Her lack of mobility and near-death qualifies here too. She sat stern and silent for a few minutes. Then I heard her whisper, “I miss ya.” And I, once again, was reduced to tears.