I look into your pale, icy blue eyes. They’re clear and bright like a summer sky. I still can’t get used to the sight of you without the dark horn-rimmed glasses you wore for most of your adult life. Your eyes search my face. I see a flicker of recognition pass through your gaze, and…
It’s the beginning of the end. A few days ago, we received notice from our daughter’s school that kids in grades 3 to 6, will be going back to in-person school. After being home for 50 weeks. 50 weeks! They are going back. Part time. But still. They are going back!!! Woohoo!!! When schools first shut down…
As I replay the events of the day in my head – it’s 1:30 a.m. what else could I possibly be doing? – my daughter’s less than impressed plea (actually, it sounded more like an order) comes to mind, “No more pictures!” She was annoyed at me this afternoon for sneaking a pic of her…
4 :29 a.m. The bed is shaking. If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone is off-camera, shaking it, movie-style trying to scare me into thinking the devil is in the house. But it’s ‘just’ an earthquake. A somewhat over-the-top shaker with tremors big enough to make the dining room chandelier swing, but just an earthquake….
It’s 4 a.m. and I am awake again. As I replay the events of the past few days, I chide myself for having once again broken our ‘no swearing’ rule. Sometimes it’s as though I just can’t help myself. There’s nothing quite like dropping the f bomb to release tension or frustration. At some point…
This past weekend my daughter and I left our self-isolation bubble for the first time in 10 weeks and spent two days at a dear friend’s house. She and her daughter have had no contact with the outside world since the beginning of the stay at home order and have been extra careful to follow…
For Mother’s Day my husband and daughter gave me a Yale course on The Science of Happiness. This was a super thoughtful, terrific gift for me. I like learning. And I like school. A lot. Always have. I enjoy taking classes and learning more about the things that interest me – from trying to pick…