Earlier today, I was driving down the road with my daughter. The car in front of me had a bumper sticker on the back. It displayed a picture of the young man and listed him as a corporal in the United States Marine Corps. He passed away two years ago and I suspect that he was killed in the line of duty. I wondered how that mother was able to move on with her life. She seemed completely normal as she was sitting in front of me at the stoplight. Her hair was fixed, her sunglasses were on and she was bobbing her head as though she were listening to music in the car. How can you engage in such simple activities after losing a child? I can’t even begin to fathom what that must be like, or the strength that it must take to just be able to get out of bed in the morning and wash your hair.… [Read More]
When I was a little girl, growing up in the 80s, I had many wonderful female role models to look up to. There were pop stars and movie stars and writers and dreamers and of course, Miss Piggy. The two women that stand out most in my memory from my childhood, were Princess Diana and Margaret Thatcher. For those of you who didn’t grow up in the 80s, you won’t remember that there was a very real threat of nuclear war. The United States and Russia were poised to drop nuclear bombs on each other at any day. Of course, we all knew that the inevitable outcome of any such event would be the destruction of our world. No one wanted that, so the two nations were at a stalemate.
Margaret Thatcher publicly supported an end to the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union, but even more important than that support, was her open and genuine affection for Mikhail Gorbachev.… [Read More]
I met someone on the Internet years ago. We were friends, as much as two people can be who have never met each other face to face. I think that we probably shared the most honest relationship I have ever formed with someone over a computer. He was a great friend and helped me through a lot of really emotional stuff that I wasn’t equipped to deal with alone and when you relocate across the country away from your support system, no matter how many friends you make, you’re dealing with a lot of shit alone. The best part about it was that he didn’t judge me, he just let me rage, vent cry and scream (as loudly as one can on IRC) and when I was finished, we’d talk about his day and his life and how things were going for him, he would rage, vent or cry if he needed to and then we’d go role play for a while.… [Read More]
I’m ready for another good year, like the year that happened between May 2007 and May 2008. Nothing went wrong during that year. When I think back on this year, all I’m going to remember is that this year is the year that I lost my best friend, again. This was the year that my son broke up with his first serious girlfriend and I watched him cry and all I could do was tell him that I understood, that I loved him and offer him chocolate, even though I knew it would do no good and that this kind of pain is not something a parent can mend with band-aids and a hug. This was the year that we began having serious obedience problems with Jet. This was the year that a freaking tree collapsed into my back yard, thankfully no one was injured, but a fence was destroyed. This was the year that I learned that not all contractors actually show up when you give them a job.… [Read More]
I don’t know where to put this. I can’t even think…
I just know that I need to tell it. I need to let it out. I’m sorry if this is inappropriate in any way.
My BFF called me this afternoon as I was on my way to get my nails done. I’ve had a wonderful day. Good news about Lucy’s cancer. I went down to the office and saw my hubby’s new space. They have good reason to be proud of it.
We went to Pig out in the Park. A huge event where all the local food vendors get together and put up a food truck in the park. Lots of food, odd music and prime people watching material.
We got chased by a bee because it wanted some of the daughter’s barbecued pork.
And with my daughter sitting next to me in the car on a beautiful, late summer day… and with my BFF on speaker phone… she told me that her little sister, whom I have known since she was 12 years old, killed herself today.… [Read More]