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Month: August 2021

Month: August 2021

Shameless

She reached for a second tissue. “Sorry about all the tears,” she said. Some people pour their morning joe for a pick me up. I go for my Megan. Our always steady and ready office manager Megan isn’t ruffled by a crashed computer or an overflowing toilet. Still, on this morning, she dabbed the tiny silver ring in her nose as the drops kept falling.  It was Lily’s first day at a new school. Across town. Where she knew no one. A school where she would be different and feel alone.  While Megan knew all was well for her child, crying could not be avoided. Soon she let out a deep sigh.  This week social media fills with shining faces of innocence leaving us for places unknown.  Caretakers capture the moments to
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Letting Go

My house was still on the eve of Anna’s first day of senior year. My stiff upper lip was fatigued and faltering. The mantra in my mind that I would see her tomorrow was of little comfort. The calendar was not my friend as this night before the start of high school landed on a “dad day.”  This last “first day” was a milestone marker on her life path and I desperately wanted to share with her in the avalanche of emotion that was surely falling over both of us. I’ve been letting go of her since the day she
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BACKWARD INWARD FORWARD

Choosing to be alone for days is not an obvious extrovert choice. Yet for over a decade I’ve taken a solo annual retreat. I don’t go far, but I do go away from home where I am tempted by the dazzling distractions of unorganized drawers and the unfinished anything. My yearly ritual is usually in winter, the season of slowing down, anticipating the new year, and hoping the arrival of spring can be trusted. As usual, I marked my calendar for January. But the universe had its own plans. I postponed until summer. This time away is to look back,
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Vetting the Vaccine

“Mom, I signed myself up for the COVID vaccine. Can you take me on April 8th?”  My sixteen, nearly seventeen, year old daughter at the time decided for us.  Her fourteen-year-old sister followed suit a few weeks later when the age was expanded to include her.  “Mom, you can sign me up on Monday for the vaccine, DON’T FORGET” was the text I received from her when the news broke. I supported their decisions.  Their dad supported their decisions.  We are a fortunate family in this situation. For many other families, the emails and text messages have been exchanged in
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