The feeling of having a child you actually birthed nestled in your arms, asleep and lightly drooling. If time travel were an option, I’d like to have that sensation again - with each of my boys. My Christmas ornament which had been a gift from my kindergarten teacher. It was glass, originally red, with my name correctly spelled in … Continue reading Missing
Tag: musings
A cry in the dark
It happened again. For the second time in a few short months, I found myself crying in a yoga studio. Unlike that other time, though, I didn’t see the tears coming and I can’t pinpoint exactly what it was that caused me to cry. If I were forced to point the finger of blame, I’d … Continue reading A cry in the dark
I’ll take Italy
Prior to my recent (2018 and 2022) trips to Rome and Naples, I’d visited Italy twice. Both of those trips were with my former husband, once just the two of us and once with the boys in tow, along with friends. They were both good trips, particularly the one in 1995, sans kids. Our original … Continue reading I’ll take Italy
Til Tuesday
My first experience with a fine needle biopsy was more than twenty years ago. After a normal thyroid uptake and scan procedure, followed by an abnormal repeat of the test, (at a different medical facility), less than a year later, I had been hastily placed on the schedule of the lead doctor in a very … Continue reading Til Tuesday
My drug problem
Even before I watched the excellent “Dopesick,” I had issues with big pharma. Growing up, I was fortunate to be healthy, not a kid who needed much medicine beyond Pepto Bismol and drops for chronic ear infections. The latter, my mother would place on the stove top above the pilot light to heat them up. … Continue reading My drug problem
Wishes for winter
If you’re a believer in the Farmer’s Almanac, you’re probably anticipating a warmer than normal winter with some extra snow. Or, as I like to call it, an ideal winter. While I’m totally psyched by the thought of a great x-country skiing season, there are a couple things about a snowy winter that I think … Continue reading Wishes for winter
Don’t tell me there isn’t magic
walking out the door with the dog the sky ahead two thick smudges of deepest blue grey clouds interrupted by a layer of sun kissed gold. i was thinking about the panel on the AIDS Memorial Quilt with the name of someone i had never forgotten sewn upon a plaid background. i looked to the … Continue reading Don’t tell me there isn’t magic






