I should be fast asleep, but for that thing that continues to bug me at bedtime, it is always morning. Mourning.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
So shout out to everyone who had to take a deep breath, a drink, a Xanax, a walk, a pep talk, a phone book, a third-party, a few tears, a hug, a cuss out, or think long and hard before deciding whether to pick up the phone to speak to your Pops today.
And double for those of us who no longer have the luxury.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
My mother was only three years older than I am right now – in those days considered an old maid and crazy for popping out a kid – and my father was my age, when their last child was born. It’s bizarre juxtaposing their life experiences against mine, yet implicit is the crossroads it presents. Obviously the world was a much different place for a 30-something in 1977. But in many ways I believe I was conceived and raised to be different.
And that I am.
A life-changing occurrence like the birth of a
I have no way of knowing what course my life will take; whether the journey will be long or abbreviated, how the adventures I choose will shape the contours of my journey. Faith and hope will serve as my trusted GPS.
For now, I’ll raise a
It’s my birthday, and I feel…different.
Oh yes, I'm back, bitches.