Tag: #hope

The Knotted Heart

First, it’s my birthday. I’ve been on Planet Earth 64 years. I’m in the age bracket that some people think is OK if I die from Covid19. “You’ve lived your life,” they say, “let us live ours.” Yes, it is true I’ve lived more… Continue Reading “The Knotted Heart”

The Adjustment Phase

This is me on Jet Blue flying over the Grand Canyon. It doesn’t look like it did three years ago on our Spring Break camping trip. It’s magnificent in a different, far-off way. To  really appreciate the Canyon’s vast glory, you have to had… Continue Reading “The Adjustment Phase”

To Be of Service

Two months ago tomorrow, I jumped on the red eye from LAX and arrived in the early hours hoping and praying I made it in time to witness the birth of my granddaughter. Fortunately, I arrived in plenty of time–a week before my daughter… Continue Reading “To Be of Service”

Saturday Before Sunday

Be in the present moment. That’s what I am learning. Becoming. Cherish the gift of now.

B0ngos on the balcony

Mom used to joke with us (sort of) when she was about to lose it, that she had bats in the belfry. I can understand this expression because the guy upstairs, right above where I’m typing, is “playing” the bongo. He think’s he’s good.… Continue Reading “B0ngos on the balcony”

Time to write

Since my schedule has been twisted and turned and topsy-turveyed I’ve had to completely negotiate the time I journal. Usually, as in, my entire life, I have always journaled first thing in the morning. Especially when I camp. I’m up before everyone else, make… Continue Reading “Time to write”

Spring break

Today is the start of my school district’s Spring Break. I had a four-day camping trip scheduled and my older daughter’s 40th birthday party to help organize and I knew I would be fretting about Katie and the baby and missing her and now… Continue Reading “Spring break”

Chapter 3: Waiting for Baby in the Eye of a Pandemic Storm

It’s hard not to worry. We’re in the midst of a world health crisis and my full-term+ daughter is on the NYC subway heading to her Manhattan elementary school to finalize plans for remote teaching. She is healthy. So is the baby. Thank God.… Continue Reading “Chapter 3: Waiting for Baby in the Eye of a Pandemic Storm”