I haven't been here. Life surely took a turn that I wasn't ready to share. Then this past Monday happened. My son, 13 years old, tried to kill himself. He has been in a bad place for a significant period of his life. He has a therapist. He has sisters to talk to. He has … Continue reading Life loses meaning for one member
This man is dead; I was with him almost to the end. He is my uncle. I wrote essays in grade school about him being my hero. He always had a smile and a hug. He taught me about Rumi. From him, I learned that black women are powerful, godlike. I learned how to forgive … Continue reading Pa. Priests, one is my uncle.
I wanted to see deep snow. I drove (6 hours) two of my kids to Erie, PA. The TV news said that Erie had over five feet of snow. We really, really wanted to see that. We played. We slipped. We slid. We stayed; the hotel lost power. We had to get tires … Continue reading Yes, I actually did
Last year, I purchased the necessary gear(which turned out to be wrong) and headed out on the trail with my three kids. We had sooo much fun. We had turmoil as well. We ended up only hiking 140 miles before saying goodbye. This year my eldest and I are headed back out. I am excited. I … Continue reading Decision – Go, Appalachian Trail
Sometimes, even when life is good, one needs to get away. Yesterday, I took my two girls and visited an old friend, Assateague Island. On the way there, we went to two Harriet Tubman Museums. The one run by the National Park Service can be skipped, unless you want the junior ranger badge and a patch(there … Continue reading Day Trip
In my experience there is always the best toy of Christmas. This year the winner is: Though it did not surpass Moreko, our living exploring kitten, nor Tenuki (black ferret) and Sage (sable ferret).
The stocking are stuffed. Two kids are sleeping outside in the tree house. The little one was sung "Silent Night" from my bedroom deck. The eldest is watching videos to learn about her new love, Red Lechwe. She is hoping to be able to ride one. The reason for her wanting to ride a … Continue reading Twas the hour before Christmas