I have never been bullied. There was that one time some kid said my red hair looked like a used tampon in front of the entire class, but that was just… odd. I’ve been teased about my freckles and my last name. I am occasionally mocked, mostly by my children these days. Throughout my…
I have never understood the practice of a sparkly Band-aid after a shot. A shot is painful, big tear inducing and a Band-aid with Mickey Mouse or Sponge Bob seems like a chintzy consolation. When my children were little they asked the inevitable question as they hopped up on the exam table in room 4.…
I should write a post about Baltimore. I have an opinion. I’m sure for many it would be the wrong side, or maybe readers would agree and deem my thoughts correct, right. I’m not sure. I have things to say, feelings to express, but when I try to put them down, they are too big,…
Pain. Is physical pain worse than emotional pain? I tend to think the emotional is harder to endure. Losing a child, or even watching a child hurting, is far worse than physically giving birth to that same child. I’m not saying that was a treat, but there is not an epidural for emotional pain. You can’t…
A boy at my children’s high school was voted homecoming king this past week. The entire student body had a chance to nominate. Finalists were chosen. Those students where then put on a ballot and the king was selected. I remember high school. I remember the kids that were always chosen for these types of things. They were…
The faces of 9/11 look older now. The actual photographs, hair styles, clothing, are aging. America has moved on and it’s been so long since that horrific day that the people we lost are starting to look different. I remember the first time I went through the memorial of the victims, on the first anniversary, they…
Joan Rivers has died. I wasn’t really a fan of her comedy, but her story is remarkable. She graduated top of her class at Barnard and made a name for herself in a male dominated industry. She was a trailblazer, a strong woman. I admire that. Death is so weird. I remember when my grandmother…
She knew she was not getting any younger. She told herself she needed to go for it, reach for it, take her turn. Was it her turn? When did she get in line? She told herself it didn’t matter. She woke up, stood up, and reached. Nothing. Her fingertips touched the smooth empty shelf. She strained…
I’m not sure I will ever understand addiction. I get eating M&Ms until you’re sick and you swear you’ll never eat another one again. There have been times in my life when I have promised myself to stop something, make better choices, turn things around. Maybe it’s all the same thing. Maybe I do understand…