I can’t keep Them straight in my head anymore- The shootings. The victims. The gunmen. The guns used. Vegas. The hotel. The windows of the hotel. From the window of the hotel. The concert. The nightclub. They were dancing. They were young. They were shot. Hiding in the bathroom. At the school. In the classroom. […]Read More WAR
Most days I am not pretty- Too many things gone wrong to be pretty- Anything but pretty- I’m not a flower in your vase- I’m the one whose stem has snapped- I’m not blooming in the fields- I’m wrapped in paper at the grocery store. Most days I am not happy- Too many sad things […]Read More Most Days
On December 3, 2015, my parents – at 73 years of age – moved to Los Angeles, from New York City. The city they had lived in, their whole lives. They had traveled. Florida and Puerto Rico. Still extremely east coast. December 3rd was my middle daughter’s 6th birthday, and my Mom and Dad told […]Read More Post-Holiday Grief: No More Christmases
“So Your Mom Died 2 Years Ago? It’s Time To Move On.” In October of 1986, when I was 11 – my mother’s father died. My grandfather. I remember my mom telling me to wash my hair well because there would be many people at the Irish Catholic wake that would kiss me on my […]Read More Grief: Whose Business is it?
Facebook can be fun. Social media in all forms – can be entertaining. Instagram is cool because I like photos. I like to see the world through pictures. I, especially, like to see other people’s world through their eyes. Instagrams allows everyone to post the images their world is made up of. There is poetry […]Read More Conscious Posting: The Difference Between Bragging and Gratitude
Once he was gone…
once my world came to a screeching HALT…
you were gone with everyone else –
and it was silent.
My father was known for his positive and motivating adages. I have dreaded the mere thought of this day for my entire life. I have thought that the day my father’s heart stops beating will be the day that I take my very last breath. I have thought I can not live here on this earth without […]Read More Good. Better. Best. Do not rest until the GOOD becomes BETTER and the better becomes BEST.
I’m your mother, but no I’m not listening. You’re talking in the backseat of the car. I hear you, barely. I’m your mother. You say my name “Mom? Mom!” I can’t really hear you, not really. But I will always be your mother. You’re talking more in the backseat of the car, but no. I’m […]Read More I Am Your Mother