I will always think of my daughter when I hear any Queen song. She’s been a fan since she was literally in utero kicking along to their beat. And I … Continue reading Heartsong.
Tag: memories
Orphan vibes.
“Do I give off orphan vibes?” I asked my therapist today. They weren’t really the right words to try to explain my quandary, but it got me close enough to … Continue reading Orphan vibes.
Taking stock, and I’m missing a limb.
I had a brother, once. I now live happily with my husband and daughter and speak to no immediate family members of my own at all, in order to keep … Continue reading Taking stock, and I’m missing a limb.
Feeling seen.
Last night I had the strangest dream. Which is saying something, for me, as my dreams are frequently vivid and peculiar. My birthday is coming up, and so in the … Continue reading Feeling seen.
Upside down.
My mother turns 71 today. I managed to spend most of the day distracted by the fact that it’s her birthday, and the heaviness of all such implications. But it … Continue reading Upside down.
Super.
This past weekend, my husband and daughter and I enjoyed an absolutely wonderful family vacation to Sesame Place, the Sesame Street themed amusement park in Pennsylvania. It was unequivocally amazing, … Continue reading Super.
25 years of Fellowship.
In honor of the film series’ 25th anniversary, they (who exactly “they” are, I have no idea) are releasing the extended editions of the Lord of the Rings films back … Continue reading 25 years of Fellowship.
Starfish.
I read a little story once about a beach that was covered in hundreds of starfish that had washed up with the tide. A young person was walking along the … Continue reading Starfish.
Eternally Egypt.
The Haggadah demands each year That we see ourselves As having personally been Redeemed. That we each feel as though With an outstretched arm And a mighty hand The Lord … Continue reading Eternally Egypt.
Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
When I was student teaching in 2013, I was assigned to a challenging class of third graders, and learned quickly that trying to talk over them would only result in … Continue reading Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
Journeys in the Dark 