Category: Marriage, Family, Dogs, and Cat

If This, Then That: Reflections on Adoption

I’m Glad the Piano Didn’t Fall on Them

It was my big fear. That my twin two-year old grandsons visiting from California would immediately head to the space under our baby grand piano and the piano, sensing that there was life beneath it, would become feeble and weak, and that one or… Continue Reading “I’m Glad the Piano Didn’t Fall on Them”

Cook Something

Cook something. Anything. Whoever is home first. Cook something. Make it so when the other people come home, the house smells like food. It’s more important, in my book, that people smell food cooking than what the food actually tastes like. When I had… Continue Reading “Cook Something”

Father’s Day Post #3: Life is Full of Fine Surprises

One day my husband had no children and the next day he was the stepfather of an 11-year old girl. It happened that fast, overnight. None of us knew what we were doing. We just lurched. We lurched from getting along well enough to… Continue Reading “Father’s Day Post #3: Life is Full of Fine Surprises”

Father’s Day Post #1

I think being a father is a tougher proposition than being a mother. I think mothers do more work, carry more burden, actual and abstract, and spend more time on a very sharp hook. But I think fathers have a harder row to hoe.… Continue Reading “Father’s Day Post #1”

Corner Pocket

While my Dad chalked his cue, I’d rack up the balls, arranging rearranging in the triangle all the balls as if eventually I’d get it right, the perfect mosaic, so he’d nod and break the rack, and see me as a player. ___________ Photo… Continue Reading “Corner Pocket”

Minnie Looking at Lake Superior

She looks through the railing, her nose twitches at something floating by that we don’t see or maybe fish swimming yards offshore. The fog disappears and the sun comes out and for minutes it is warm outside and bright and then the fog gathers… Continue Reading “Minnie Looking at Lake Superior”

If I Was Rachel Dolezal’s Mother

As per usual, I identify with the parents. It is a very bitter pill to swallow to have an adult child completely repudiate her past and, in so doing, negate her origins, her upbringing, her parents, whatever roots she must have had as a child.… Continue Reading “If I Was Rachel Dolezal’s Mother”

Finding the Words, the Beautiful Words

This morning I wanted to remember Kahlil Gibran’s writing about children because I have been feeling lately like a life raft where all the people who were hanging on have swum away but they don’t want me to pull up anchor yet because they… Continue Reading “Finding the Words, the Beautiful Words”

Saturday Night: Things that Moved Me This Week

This is what has been extraordinary here this week: – A colleague told me about her ‘after her day job’ work housing people recently discharged from prison, work she does with her husband out of pure commitment, no business, no funding, just belief in… Continue Reading “Saturday Night: Things that Moved Me This Week”