Served Up by the Dog Whisperer By India Caedmon Photos by Stephanie Tsuneko To those of you who are grounded, the Aldape Pass is a dip in the mountains adjacent to the Treasure Valley—a relatively untouched stretch of land begging … Continue reading →
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I met my mother, Wilma Pickett Bromley, when I was eight years old, and it was love at first sight for me.
She died recently in Star at age ninety-three. She was a tough, tough lady—that’s how women were in the “Greatest Generation.” I’m more of a dreamer, with a heart that’s broken easily and heals slowly.
She had just married my dad in Seattle when we met. I was from his first marriage. It may have taken a little longer for her to return my love, as I was sick with malnutrition and viral pneumonia. I was taken to a doctor, who advised that I should be put in a hospital and allowed to die there. That made my new mom mad. She picked me up and said, “If that’s how you feel, I darned well won’t leave her here.”
On the way home, she told me, “Hospital people don’t know everything. I’m a farm girl, I know how to make you well.”
I thought she was an angel. Continue reading →