Yesterday we received word that our family dog, Comet, who lived with my former husband, passed away. In the spirit of sharing something about this singular creature I am reposting something from 2014. Comet lived for 16 years and had an amazing journey here. He will be missed by all who knew him.
Monday, September 6, 2021
Friday, August 20, 2021
I had a doozy of a fight with my daughter. My nephew stayed longer than we planned. It threw off my whole equilibrium. My nephew is sort of unaware of himself in space- leaves dishes laying around, can never push a chair in to the table- or if he does- then I think it is some kind of display designed to show me he is playing by my rules- but thinks they are silly. A little condescension.
My eldest came home from school and has reverted back to childhood. Resents being asked to help. It's just one big fun time all the way around. I know I will make it through. There might be some bumps, some surprises, some setbacks. The kids are children no longer. In principal I know that is a good thing. In principal, even we can't really sit down to a meal together- is that the worst thing that ever has happened?
I must be a terrible mother. I'll take all the blame if that's the way it needs to be- I am flawed as a mother and a person.
Do I love my children?
Yes, very much.
Who knows how much that matters in the end.
Friday, April 23, 2021
Thursday, December 31, 2020
2020 is a hard year to put in to words. The pandemic, the orange haired man, Black lives matter and weather events bringing their own mayhem through wind, water and fire- there is no shortage of abject pain and hardship. Living in my suburban bubble at the age of 68 and holding tight to a restricted universe in the hope of not catching Covid-19- life has different quantifiers than before. Are you loved ones Covid-free? Do they possess antibodies or better yet will they be vaccinated sooner rather than later? Will my young adult offspring continue to use good sense and practice social distancing with the requisite face mask and hand washing? Will the economy revive so that many of our fellow Americans- naturalized, native. green carded or living with the ever present fear of deportation- will their well being be restored when their means of employment return? Will a new president with a more humane agenda bring the decency, compassion and global vision so desperately needed?
It's easy to wake up fretful in the night. I have never felt such anxiety on an ongoing basis. Yet there is much to hope for and in that vein, there is the call to action to stay steadfast, to ignore bullies and their angry followers, to stay clear eyed for my kids so that I may be the rock that they depend on and may I persevere to be my own rock as we forge ahead.
Wishing you all health, peace, happiness and success in 2021. With that I'll sign off for now.
and the vintage image of me, I hope, says it all.
Friday, September 11, 2020
It's September 11th. Such an ominous day for one and all. Nine years ago, we witnessed the tragedy and mayhem of the hijacked planes, burning buildings, and loss of life. That day was truly beautiful weather-wise. Much like today with warm temperatures, clear skies and brilliant sun. I remember sitting outside with my youngest, Jacob, watching him play in the garden as the butterflies and bees went about their business. Our little patch of suburban eden was untouched by the terrible events unfolding to the south. Observing all the well-intentioned folks going about their daily routines, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Fear would be our new companion and worry its constant associate.