Some days, “goodness” is defined more simply. A break in the weather. Errands completed with relative ease. My son has a good day at school and responds by my 4th nagging request to get off the computer. My husband returns from his 12-hour day energized and fatigued, rather than exhausted and depleted. I manage to […]
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Definition of a Good Day: My Father Didn’t Die and I Didn’t Kill my Mother
Posted in Acceptance, Aging, Anger, Daughters, Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Fear, Friendship, Meditation, Writing on January 30, 2014 | 2 Comments »
The Search for my Biological Parents
Posted in Aging, Family, Isolation/Belonging, Parenting on November 6, 2013 | 1 Comment »
As a child, I fantasized that my real parents would search me out. Some days, the only possible explanation for the ever-widening gulf between me and the rest of my family, and the sheer impossibility that I could share any genetic material with the boy I was told is my brother, was that I’d been […]
Mama Coat
Posted in Aging, Babies, Children, Motherhood on October 11, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
I have not recycled my maternity coat. I no longer wear it with the zip-in front panel that added just the right space to protect my burgeoning belly and, later, my infant son, wrapped tightly in the baby sling I carried him in well into his preschool years. Ah, the things you can do when […]
The Guy with the Angry Face
Posted in Aging, Anger, Existential, Isolation/Belonging, Relationships on September 29, 2013 | 1 Comment »
I knew a guy who was surprised that people continually got mad at him, got up and moved further away if he sat next to them in a movie theater, looked past him if he were next in line, seemed forever to misunderstand and provoke him. In response, he seemed perpetually angry.
Also this shall pass
Posted in Aging, Emotions/Inner World, Existential, Family, Writing on July 5, 2013 | 1 Comment »
I found an old ring a few weeks ago. OK, searched and searched and searched for the lost mate to a favorite pair of earrings that I bought a long time ago when traveling. I didn’t find the mate. Instead I found a hand-crafted artisan silver ring I had forgotten I’d had. Forgotten the way […]