“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” -T.S. Eliot, one of my favorites. Last night before bed I scanned my night table for my glasses, and took a minute to note what I keep there, next to me, ...
Just because.
"If you could have one wish, what would it be?" I asked my daughter, as we snuggled under the covers last night. "That you will make me popcorn for dessert." "No," I said. "I mean a serious wish." "Ok. Then I would wish for a beautiful necklace." "I mean something really important." She looked at me, right in the face, and ...
First snow. Second chance.
So long had life together been that once the snow began to fall, it seemed unending; that, lest the flakes should make her eyelids wince, I'd shield them with my hand, and they, pretending not to believe that cherishing of eyes, would beat against my palm like butterflies. Joseph Brodsky It is the first snowfall of the season. All around me, online and ...
Instamazing.
There is a little secret that I have never told you before. I loathe grocery shopping. I avoid it at all costs, in fact. I would rather eat a PB&J or Cheetos for dinner than have to run out to the store. It is just not my thing. So, it has become one of my ...
The time out chair.
This week started out a little rough. I was out of sorts, you could say. Perhaps it's the time of year, or something chemical, but I have found my anxiety to be at an unusually high level. For instance, on Monday, my husband left his phone in the car when he went up to his office. I ...
Search Engine Optimization
So, the cool thing about running a Wordpress site is that you can see your statistics every day; while I can't see who views my posts, I can see how many unique viewers I get, how many views, what sites have directed traffic my way, the fact that today my blog was read in the ...
“Everything is Not Okay”
This summer, I was fortunate enough to be asked to participate in a story for Main Line Parent Magazine. I was approached after publishing my originally story on my postpartum depression. They took my story, and the stories of two other women, to print a feature in the goal of helping others, which is all ...
“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you. A. A. Milne.
What makes it all worth it.
So, this is a tough week. I knew it would be, and it did not disappoint. I was haunted by ghosts, plagued by nightmares, and sometimes, I felt like I was drowning. It is hard for me to admit that in actual words, by the way--to confess that I feel weak and helpless and most ...
Snapshot of a Day
Tuesday, November 4th. It is Election Day. It is my Poppy Don's 86th birthday. It is the date when my son was supposed to have his bris, had he not come 4 days before his scheduled C-Section. But this Tuesday is also an anniversary, and not a good one. A year ago on the Tuesday of this week I received ...
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