“Good morning Mom!” Are my favorite text messages. Love being in my daughter’s space these past few weeks… getting to know each other again… (I melted when I saw this little “Call Your Mom” block on the table next to her front door, of course. I know…) Feeling blessed beyond anything I could’ve possibly imagined….
Category: Poetry & Prose
As the chips, and the hair, fell from my shoulders …
Presence of mind Clarity of thought I know who I am For I see who I’m not While in the hair salon the other day, my awesome stylist, who has been cutting and coloring my hair for over a decade, commented that the past few times I’ve been in, she’s noticed that I seem much…
In the presence of Masters: my first Tai Chi class
I’ve wanted to learn Tai Chi for decades. I thought it would help me with balance — in a lot of areas. Yes, decades. But, for many one-reasons or another, the class schedules offered were never compatible with mine. Or something like that. So! Last week, when the healing center I’ve benefited from in the…
Ode to Granny’s “Pretties”: Now I understand.
“Be careful with my pretties,” She hoped we’d understand. We did … and we didn’t, But respected her command. Granny had these oddities, Little they had in common, She called them little “pretties,” and liked to gaze upon them. Others called them chachkis, Nicknacks and thingamajigs, But Granny called them “pretties.” She was…
