If you've been reading this blog for any length of time or are acquainted with me in real life, you know I don't watch a lot of television. I just don't have time for sitting around, especially during the academic year, and really only justify indulging myself with a couple of hours of viewing when … Continue reading Escaping with Breaking Bad
Tag: sadness
Greenwood Lake abbreviated
Before I say another word - a note, know this: I love where I grew up. Greenwood Lake provided me with a foundation - friends, experiences and memories that will reside within me until the day I die. Even after nearly 30 years in Albany, Greenwood Lake is my heart's home. What follows isn't a … Continue reading Greenwood Lake abbreviated
David Bowie and Fame Right
Last Friday, we played a Spotify station to celebrate David Bowie's 69th birthday. Less than three days later, he was dead. I guess that's how it goes. We never know how long the journey from birth to death is really going to be, do we? I can't claim to have been the biggest Bowie fan … Continue reading David Bowie and Fame Right
3 things 3 years later
I smiled today because I got to wake up and spend time with my 10 year-old son. Since his dad and I divorced almost five years ago, this hasn’t been the case every single day. On the mornings he isn’t at my house, I miss starting the day with a hug from him, but I … Continue reading 3 things 3 years later
The meaning of Mass
There are some words in the English language which have so many meanings that they are impossible to accurately interpret without context. "Mass" is one of those words. I suppose my first definition of mass would have been religiously based, mass as a noun, as a destination on Sunday mornings and holidays like Christmas Eve. … Continue reading The meaning of Mass
Accepting death by living
How many moments have you had in your life when you thought to yourself, "If I die right now, I'm ok with it." One? A dozen? Somewhere in between? I hope you've had at least one because it is one of life's most liberating and unforgettable moments. I've been lucky enough to have had quite … Continue reading Accepting death by living
Never forget?
I don't remember which days of the week my own children were born but I'll never forget that it was a Tuesday. The sky was the most intensely beautiful blue imaginable. It was my first week in a new district. I didn't know anyone. My children were in daycare 15 miles away. I couldn't get … Continue reading Never forget?
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