You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You never know, dear, how much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away Dear God, It’s me again….the one who prayed for my boy when he was in his first Little League Game. I begged you not to let them stop the game so he could tie … Continue reading You Are My Sunshine
Somewhere in the moments between July and August, there is a shift. It’s almost imperceptible, yet parents and children feel it. The laid-back vibe of summer becomes replaced with an anticipatory Back to School environment. It’s seasonal, cyclical, and unavoidable. “Back to School” sales explode in every medium like proverbial rabbits. Somewhere in the moments between August and September, school resumes, engaging entire populations in … Continue reading Back to School
We had a small, intimate wedding in our backyard. It was a family affair with everyone pitching in to help. My daughters were my bridesmaids, and my young nephew was the ring bearer. My son gave me away. We practiced marching down the aisle as my dad pretended to officiate. Accompanied by the music of Michael Buble, we sashayed through my parents’ garden, … Continue reading Handmade Tales – Homemade Mozzarella
Another essay pulled from the shelf. This was written about my daughter in 2005. It’s just after 5:30 on Halloween. I should be home getting my kids ready to go trick-or-treating. Instead, I’m on the seventh floor of the children’s hospital, listening to various machines hum and beep. My daughter was rushed here by ambulance yesterday morning with a severe asthma attack. She’s better … Continue reading Halloween and Hospitals
Dance: to leap, skip, etc., as from excitement or emotion; move nimbly or quickly: to dance with joy. We recently moved, and months later, I’m still unpacking and sorting boxes of memories. I pulled out some old cds today as I worked, and as soon as I hit “play,” images of times gone by flooded my mind. My private listening party transported me to a … Continue reading Dance With Your Children
Motherhood is a curious thing – exhausting, consuming, sometimes frightening, often times rewarding. As my children reach the cusp of young adulthood, I’ve been reminiscing about the years that led us here. Feeling the need to go back to those days, I pulled a collection of old essays off the shelf. I wrote this almost exactly seven years ago when my son was ten. Seems … Continue reading Trip to the Emergency Room
