I remember standing at the front of a room full of dozens of sad, dejected women. We were in the cafeteria of an inpatient addiction treatment facility and it was mothers day. Some of the women had known me for a few weeks, others not at all. I had no idea what they were expecting of me when I said, “Wow. A day to make us feel like lousy mothers and lousier daughters: show of hands, how may of you think this holiday was invented by…
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Hey Human — Isn’t It Time to Fly Now?
Humans don’t fly, right? Sure they do. Who remembers learning how to ride a bike? Didn’t it feel like flying? All of a sudden, we were able to move at a formerly incomprehensible speed, leaving ordinarily life a dot disappearing in our wake. These days, biking is more like a cruise through nearby neighborhoods at a speed that lets me notice. And today’s ride was literally for the birds. Moving the bike from the garage was halted by the presence of a hawk on the wire.…
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Silly, Stupid, Proud Momma Moment
My step-son was born and raised in Germany. This Momma came into his life when he was about 5 years old and I am grateful that I did. He is an important and cherished part of this crazy extended family I belong to. We are almost at the end of our time together. In a little under 48 hours, two of us will fly east and he will head back west to catch his international flight. The way things go in airports these days, it should…
