packin’ up

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

06.11.18

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

twenty three

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

windows

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

the process

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

halt

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

there are places

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