There was something almost magical about the bond between Pop and me. It began when I was roughly three years old. Most afternoons, I stared out the picture window in our living room and waited until I heard his rickety pickup truck round the corner. “Daddy’s home,” I squealed, bolting out the door and greeting […]
Today a woman somewhere is laughing, weeping, grieving, or celebrating. Someone is giving birth; someone is losing a loved one to death. Relationships are forming, others are ending. For some, this will be an ordinary day filled with many of the same activities as yesterday. For others, something unexpected will suddenly make this day unforgettable, one that they may tell their children and grandchildren about in the future. In the same way that we are curious about how our grandmothers lived, future generations will be interested in learning about what an ordinary day was like in our lives.
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One Woman's Day
November 22 – About Joy
At the age of 73, after much resistance, my father finally decided to retire. He tried everything to keep his job as a school principal, including a four-year assignment in South America. Finally, he succumbed to the understanding that he needed to accept his fate. I’ve followed him as he transitioned through several phases of […]
November 7 – To Tell the Truth
There are certain stories my gut wants me to put down on paper. Like the one about the August when my husband I hastily packed up a U-Haul and drove 800 miles across Texas on the off chance of a better future. So much changed for me after that move, change embodied in the parched […]
November 4 – Sending Postcards to Myself
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live. This small poem by Hans Christian Anderson has been a guiding principle in my life. I first read it as a teenager, preparing an essay about his life, at […]
November 1 – Baby Steps
Just put one foot in front of the other and don’t worry about the length of the path. Martina Navratilova On Saturday, October 15th, we finished packing and, with our loaded cars, drove away from our motel for the last time. This is now the date I look upon as the start of my […]
October 18 – In-Between
Covered in neutral tones of grey, walls with shiny dental pics glaring at me from the side of the angular arm, the dentist chair smelled new. Our dentist looked younger than I expected, fresh in bold pink scrubs, hazel brown eyes filled with the excitement about her first year as Doctor Z. I remained as […]
