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 once tried a vegan chocolate chip cookie. I’m sorry no matter how you pretty up the packaging—no. Cookies are a very specific kind of happiness that can not, should not, be changed up. Butter is important. I’m not exactly sure how I stumbled upon PETA’s website. I think it was something on Twitter,…
Next week is Thanksgiving. I could write about the disgusting commercialism that is trying to rob me of my Thanksgiving season while thrusting me into bad pop Christmas carols, but that’s so several blog posts ago. Instead, it hailed. I walked Jack through his wash this morning. Smokey sky and cover-my-hands chilly. I almost didn’t go,…
There’s a cactus on the corner by our house. I honestly can’t remember how it got there. After we built our home and the land settled back down from the trauma of construction, this particular cactus ended up on the corner. Maybe we planted it there, I’m not sure. All I know now is that it is my…
For my father on Father’s Day. I forgive you. It’s okay. I’m letting go because that is what is best for me. The weight of it, the lack of story, tradition, history, has simply become too heavy for me to carry any longer. I’m not sure when pain started attaching itself to me. When the missed, ignored and forgotten became…
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…
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…
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…