Last Tuesday was my daughter’s twenty first birthday. I generally write a blog post on my kids’ birthdays but this year, I couldn’t bring myself to come up with anything which seemed right. So I waited. June, for me, is not the easiest of months. I do not feel inclined to write all the whys. … More diamonds
notes upon notes upon notes black on a white page like words typed to be read aloud they encompass you the notes, that is define you, yet they don’t you are much more much more too than words read out of a book or written by hand or these words, you’re reading now these means … More 02/02 = 24
I had two Thanksgiving meals this week and my daughter, when I spoke to her via phone, stated, “Isn’t it a little early?” I suppose that yes, it’s early to be celebrating Thanksgiving, but it’s November so why not? Thanksgiving is quite possibly my favorite holiday. Because of a few reasons. Mainly because it encompasses … More mac & cheese
I am moving. I haven’t exactly announced it to the world. Mainly because I’m not an announce it to the world kinda person. But, yes. Actually I guess what I am currently doing, in writing this, is announcing to the world… After what seems years and years, but has really only been a few. I … More packin’ up
the day picked for you you had no choice but it fits a June birthday at least I believe so because to me you are sunshine you are the blond head of hair the hospitable one the welcomer capable of addressing anyone perhaps you sometimes think of yourself as winter gray to me, you are … More 06.11.18
Today marks my son’s 23rd birthday. So I felt it appropriate to write a bit about him. As far as children go, some people want a bunch. I wanted two. I wanted a boy and a girl. The boy being the oldest. And that’s what I got. Interesting, since other details of my life haven’t … More twenty three
A man came to my house today to look at a broken window. The plan is he will get back to me after the holidays about fixing it. It’s cracked. In need of repair. A small window. I am reminded, inside my head, of small windows. As in time. My daughter is currently home. As … More windows
I took a walk yesterday evening. I like to walk despite the fact I like to run. I came home after work, after teaching a piano lesson. And decided to walk. Even though. I had a dishwasher to unload. Clothes to fold. Emails to read and respond to. I decided to take a walk. Even … More the process
August marches on to a grand halt. Tomorrow is the end. And I have mixed feelings. I currently sit in a coffee shop. Pavement is the name. Located in Boston. It’s my third day in a row to sit here, in this very place. I have journaled. Thought. Talked a bit with my son. Drank … More halt
I wrote a blog entry when both my children were in high school, about how parenting is a series of good-byes. And in reality, the truer statement might be that life is a series of good-byes. People and places we love and care for. Which eventually, often times more than once, we have to tearfully … More there are places
Upon a Sunny Day 