When I was young, my mom and I moved to New York to take care of my Nannie who had breast cancer. My Nan fought like hell, and we spent a good bit of time in Bronxville. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment, which was part of a big yellow house that had four or…
This is my mom. Time does things to people. We change as we get older, and yet I think being a mother brings out the very best of who we were when we were little. We want our children to have their dress up times. We want them to sing into the Mr. Microphone and…
There was a young woman at Whole Foods tonight in a wheelchair. She looked like she may have been recently released from the hospital. I instinctively recognized the telltale bandages, tape, and that weak, but happy to be out, look. She was smelling the natural soap slices with her brother, maybe her boyfriend. She was smiling and I stood…
I used to carry a big purse. I would pride myself on being able to shove anything in my purse. I had wipes, napkins, a big wallet with checks, Band-Aids, water, extra laces, Sharpies. Everything anyone could ever need. I would sometimes shove a book in there. I liked having lots of stuff. I wasn’t…
It’s Mother’s Day again. I like the idea of a day that celebrates those of us that mother, but the cheezy commercialism of it is a bit much. Some years it flies by. I buy the card, send the gift. My own mother thinks the whole thing is silly, so there’s really no pressure. For…
Warning: This post is a rant. If you are not in the mood, or you’re super sensitive, or maybe even if you bring your dog into Starbucks. You should close out and come back later. Take Our Daughters…and Sons to Work Day. Stop. This has really got to stop. The day was originally Take Our Daughters to…
My forty-two words for Yeah Write’s Gargleblaster Challenge. The prompt…“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?” She sat by me in the auditorium, more hair missing now than present under her scarf. The lights dimmed. “Why are we here? You should be…” “Shh. Our daughters are on stage. This is where I should be.” I held…
I went to Ray’s Pizza last night for dinner. I’m pretty sure everyone has a Ray’s Pizza by now, but I really like mine. It has red vinyl booths, odd “where did you even buy this” artwork, some sporting event is always on the television, and the menu is lit from behind on a 1985…
A veteran, according to the dictionary, is a person that has served in the armed forces. Veterans that have had direct exposure to acts of military conflict are often called war veterans. I am married to a veteran. I have family and friends that are either veterans or war veterans. On this day and every…