Building reserves

If you’ve read “lessons from Emma” you already know that Emma is a special young lady with tremendous character.  For the last couple of years, I have watched as Emma, now in fourth grade, begins to shed the layers of little girl, making room for the young woman that is taking root inside.   There are... Continue Reading →

shining star

J died in the month of September, almost a full moon after his 42nd birthday.  He wasn’t ready to go, but he also knew that that was no longer up to him.  He understood that his time was approaching quickly, and it was important to him to have his family around, even if he was... Continue Reading →

There is no death.

There is no death. Only a change of worlds.  Native American Proverb After many turbulent years of physical suffering and emotional distress, my dad finally bid farewell to this world on August 15th.  Summer's end brought with it the gentle calm that settles in after a long thunderstorm.  These are the words I shared with... Continue Reading →

on becoming a parent

This week I became a parent.  I have three children and three stepchildren, but it wasn’t actually until one of them became a typical teenager that I entered parenthood.  Everything up to now was just nurturing.  Nurturing is soothing their aches and sores, making them chicken soup when they are sick, buying them shampoo and... Continue Reading →

all hail King Liam!

Dave and I had been married for only about two weeks when we found out we were going to have a baby. Well, we weren’t really going to have a baby; Dave’s oldest was going to move in with us. We may as well have been pregnant - we had only a few short months... Continue Reading →

clearing my mind

I sometimes wonder about meditation. Lots of people seem to find peace in it. My ex husband used to meditate all the time. Not that I’m all that inclined to want to do anything, really, that my ex husband used to do, besides, he used to envision himself floating up over the room and looking... Continue Reading →

a place to belong

I was baptized when I was 26.  I was looking for something, and I thought I would find it in the Church. I was in a taxi going through Harlem on the way to the airport after spending a few days with a friend, and I remember seeing an abandoned cinema.  There was something in... Continue Reading →

the magic of J

Words written for J upon his death, September 2008 The first thing J's surfing coach ever told him was "learn to love your wipeouts".  How appropriate!  Because that is the way J always lived his life.  He IS a survivor in the truest of ways.  When we first found out that he had cancer, we... Continue Reading →

on losing Balto

This time it was for real. The other day had been a warning, though we hoped that the danger had gone away. When I saw the turtle floating on the water, completely motionless, refusing to respond to any of my prodding, I thought for sure he was dead. But luckily, by the time Nacho got... Continue Reading →

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