This one’s for mothers of teenagers. Dayner? DS? Sorry I didn’t get this out on Mom’s Day. I’d spent most of the night in the hospital emergency room with my neighbor and was pretty tired, but probably not as tired as she was. Eoew, I’d forgotten how much head wounds [Continue reading]
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I honestly thought it was Friday this morning, so I posted this, then hid it when I realized it was Thursday, then decided, who cares what day it is? Just in case you were still worrying about poor Libby’s fate…… ** She opened her eyes. The sun was too bright; trees [Continue reading] Dan Wilson is an amazing musician — Here’s his Valentine greeting: “I am sending this song to you all as a Valentine’s greeting. Maybe you’ll want to forward the link to someone you love, someone for whom you wish all good things. I would like it if you did. Please pass it on.” So that’s what [Continue reading] The Wall Street Journal featured an interesting article yesterday: Happy Couples Kiss and Tell. The author interviewed several couples (including her own parents) who have been married for decades and asked them the secrets to their success. Yeah, I know that’s a picture of Ozzy and Sharon, but this is the [Continue reading] Each January, my yoga group does a B & B – breakfast and burning – and this past Saturday was our day to bring food and eat together. We shared simple gifts with each other – the perfect crystal, tulip bulbs and gardening gloves, a new meditation chant. K had snapped each of [Continue reading] Friday is our first morning without him. The house feels impossibly large, empty. The big tulip poplar outside the window stands barren and leafless against the grey clouds. Suddenly the sky moves and I wait. Robins, dozens of them, land on the branches. The tide rises. The tide falls. Longer than 55, and not fiction today. I watch him, walking down the shoreline carrying the small dog in his arms. This is new, different. For nine years, I watched him follow as the small dog raced ahead of him. He walks slowly, deliberately, then settles in the sun on a fallen log. The [Continue reading] The box under the tree was bigger than she expected – but what had she expected? She didn’t really know. She picked it up – it was light – and shook it gently. Nothing rattled. “Open it.” He smiled at her. Her fingers trembled as she untied the silk ribbon and carefully tore away [Continue reading] |
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