Apologies in advance for this post's title. I don't intend it to convey any disrespect, it's more my attempt to emotionally remove myself from an incident which I found to be upsetting. Here’s what happened… Over the weekend, my son came across an injured bird in the lawn next to our house. The poor guy … Continue reading Flipping the bird
Category: musings
Zero tolerance for pain
I've come to realize that I don’t do well with pain, at least not pain of the emotional sort. As a matter of fact, when someone seriously hurts my feelings, I get angry. Really, really angry. Like I practically see red and have a tendency to behave in an irrational and borderline insane way. It … Continue reading Zero tolerance for pain
Call me Caitlyn
There was a phrase a couple of years back that became so ubiquitous that I developed a physical response to hearing it. Each time someone uttered "It is what it is," the hair on the back of my neck legitimately stood up and I began to exhale loudly. The phrase annoyed me, I think because … Continue reading Call me Caitlyn
What home feels like
Memorial Day weekend probably seems like the ultimate cliché when it comes to traveling a couple of hours (or more) to revisit one's childhood. Not to take anything away from our nation's true heroes, but surviving our teenaged years in the small village of Greenwood Lake made us veterans of an entirely different sort. Since … Continue reading What home feels like
Fifteen ideas for Summer 2015
1. Eat and drink at Nine-Pin Cider’s Dine’n 2. Dinner at 15 Church Street. 3. Paddleboarding on Saratoga Lake 4. A day hike in the Catskills with my camera. 5. Host a party on my new and improved deck 6. Get to a Soul Cafe dinner 7. Volunteer to prepare a meal at the Ronald … Continue reading Fifteen ideas for Summer 2015
Black boys on mopeds
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving. I’ve had these lyrics from an old Sinead O’Connor song … Continue reading Black boys on mopeds
My mythical beast turns 16
On a sunny day, not unlike some of the ones we’ve enjoyed this week, my water broke and labor began for my second child. Neither of these occurred with any haste – it was more a leak than a gush and the progress of my contractions was painfully (literally) slow. When my red-faced, bald-headed baby … Continue reading My mythical beast turns 16
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