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Once A Year

Today is World AIDS Day. It is a bit of a high holy day for me. I take serious time to think about what my commitment to the AIDS battle is … Continue reading

Posted in Health, Philanthropy, Volunteering | 4 Comments

One Of The Days I Went Crazy

Many were the days when I pushed my young man too far and crammed him into the car seat one too many times. To appease him and soothe his crankiness, I played Disney music. He loved it with his every fiber. Continue reading

Posted in Children, Mental Health, Motherhood, Music | 2 Comments

Wearing It

This past week has been crazy busy. And crazy. Continue reading

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She Was Seventy Feet Tall

I looked up that day into the far distant branches of the tree above him and noticed I could see more of the sky than ever. The leaves seemed smaller, and the branches less full. Continue reading

Posted in Children, Death, Gardening, Memories, Mental Health, Motherhood, Uncategorized | 14 Comments

Carrying The Beauty With Me

I glared at her with eyes that reminded her that I was the boss of me, not her. Continue reading

Posted in Family, Health, Work | 1 Comment

Hands Free Existence

I am afraid of missing what’s right in front of me – my friends, my loves, curious strangers, the familiar, the unknown – because my face is buried in a screen and fidgeting with buttons and prompts. Continue reading

Posted in Family, Travel | 2 Comments

What Luxury Is To Me

The musings of others ran from serious to humorous, insightful to flippant. I loved reading every word. These were my people on my planet in this epoch. Continue reading

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Behemoths and Mach Speed

Our son has been back in New Jersey, where he goes to college, since mid-June. He was home briefly for deep sleep, a little touch of his old life, and a thrilling one-time experience. Continue reading

Posted in Children, Decorating, Family, Memories, Motherhood | 2 Comments

Meditation

I have tried traditional meditation on and off. It’s neither that I don’t like the “voice” on the apps I’ve chosen nor that I can’t find my quiet. It’s that I don’t want to be led. Continue reading

Posted in Health, Mental Health | 2 Comments

Catching Flak

Where the flak is launched from is Harl and Dakota, my husband and my son. They hear me kvetch, and they listen to me rave. Continue reading

Posted in Family, Fashion | 2 Comments