Happiness. It's relative.
My granddaughter’s mother was a refugee from Laos. Once, on Thanksgiving, I started a conversation asking everyone’s earliest memories. She spoke last. She remembered eating at a table at a refugee camp in Thailand when a stray dog ran up to her and stole… Continue Reading “Immigrants Welcomed Here”
The list took some culling but these are the items that floated to the top of the detritus of my miserable, self-pitying existence today. I am sick of eating soda crackers. Related to this and not deserving of its own place on the list,… Continue Reading “Ten Things I’m Sick Of”
All is well with me. The implanted portion of my cochlear implant is implanted. I have a big white bandage over my ear with gauze wrapped around my head reminiscent of the wounded Revolutionary War soldier playing the drum in the picture that hung… Continue Reading “Recovery Room”
No make-up. No polish. No jewelry. No lotion. No food. No water. No pills. No coffee. No time. No thoughts. No worry. No more.
The wind was so strong today and blew in such gusts across the freeway that my car seemed at times to be flying just inches off the pavement. When I came up along a semi-truck, I wondered if the wind could be powerful enough… Continue Reading “Roadster”
My husband texted me this afternoon: “Talked to a young guy with two cochlear implants. Really interesting. Nice guy, too.” I answered, “What did he say about having them?” My husband, “Hard at first, but changed his life. He said you (JJ) need to… Continue Reading “Lots More Juice”
It’s so interesting to me that we seem to accept without question that the shooting, bombing and beheading going on in the world all seems to be done by men as if they were 99% of the population instead of 50%. Where is the… Continue Reading “Missing in Action”
After the City cut down our very old and very beautiful Norway Maple, the arborist brought us a list of trees from which to choose a replacement. There were a dozen trees on the list. “Look them up on the internet,” she told us.… Continue Reading “What Comes Next: Plant a New Tree”
I do have regrets but I’m not sorry. Sometimes I think I overreached. Often I believe I underachieved. I cast myself as an heroic mother but I was an ordinary mother posturing. I spent months and years renegotiating my expectations of my children and… Continue Reading “Part 3: National Adoption Month”
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