Some of the things I find myself saying at this point in my life... I love you It is what it is Let's go Now! Why not? I'm sorry Danke You've got be kidding me Why bother? We all know when we've had enough I'll give it a shot Because I'm an idiot I was … Continue reading Finding the words at 47
Category: musings
September 12th, twelve years later
Waking up on this day a dozen years ago, I remember being happy that I could finally get out of bed and escape the image of those towers falling down behind my eyelids, over and over again. The sky was once again stunningly blue, but now it was silent with all commercial airline traffic grounded … Continue reading September 12th, twelve years later
Responsibility – personal or professional?
Allow me to share a recent occurrence with you, both to clarify that my life isn't perfect and to, hopefully, garner some opinions. Last month, I had a little "incident" while on the ferry traveling to Martha's Vineyard. We arrived at the terminal, approximately 35 minutes prior to our departure and were directed into a … Continue reading Responsibility – personal or professional?
A bridge, a baby and some boys
There's almost nothing like the ocean to punctuate time, especially when you're temporarily living on an island which is inaccessible during high tide. The necessity of planning is as explicit and unavoidable as the tide chart adhered to the fridge with a magnet. When the tide is out there's the shallowest of tidal pools under … Continue reading A bridge, a baby and some boys
Privileged? No. Blessed? Absolutely.
I've written before about the drawbacks to self-exposure. Putting your thoughts, experiences and yourself "out there" invites comment. It's pretty simple, isn't it? Obviously, the negative feedback I receive hasn't really been a deterrent to my sharing writing and I'm pretty comfortable with how people may perceive me. But, there's this one thing which has … Continue reading Privileged? No. Blessed? Absolutely.
Home
Or maybe I should just say "I'm back" seeing as how many meanings that word home can have. It's an odd thing sometimes being first generation American, especially with a mother who wants nothing to do with her family and a father you never met. I met my first relative when I was 22, an … Continue reading Home
The long and short of it
Vacations can be weird. We spend months planning and saving for them only to find them over in what can feel like the blink of an eye. Poof - done. We get home with a suitcase full of dirty laundry, a bunch of photos to upload and a yen for our own pillow. That being … Continue reading The long and short of it