Happiness. It's relative.
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”
The great ruse of adoption is that except for the fact that an adopted child isn’t biologically born from the person mothering them everything else is the same. It isn’t. The Hallmark cards with the beautiful cursive verses that talk about a child being… Continue Reading “Part 2: National Adoption Month”
It’s National Adoption Month so here’s my trilogy of adoption posts starting with this one, the question: Do you ever regret adopting? The answer depends on who is doing the asking. If it’s another adoptive parent, I say what’s true. Sometimes.
Most of what I know about not giving a shit I learned from my friend Karen. I don’t know what she’s learned from me, probably how one would color inside the lines should one be so disposed. Which she isn’t, so whatever I taught… Continue Reading “Happy Birthday to Karen”
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