There are some things that I don't get. Litter is one. Is it that hard to wait to find a trash can? Not using complete words. U is not a word, neither is ur. I have a very difficult time tweeting because I have to use words that aren't words. Being late every. single. time. … Continue reading Clap once
I used to be an activist, now I'm an advocate. Instead of carrying signs and hanging out in parks or in front of buildings making noise I write letters, put on dress clothes to go to capital buildings and encourage people to speak up. You should try it.
Small town New England. To the locals I have been and always will be "that Parker girl, pronounced Pahkah. I got a call on mom's phone the other day. I have my own phone so usually the only calls I get on mom's phone are from the hospital for appointments etc, they cannot seem to … Continue reading In a small town
Take me with you. When my body has decided it's time to stop, whether by accident, incident or age, I want you to take me with you. Put me in little packets and pass me around. Around town, across the country or around the world. Take me with you. A pinch is all you need. … Continue reading Take me with you
Today was Charlie's last day of elementary school this year. And Julian and Connor and Kim. I was walking along when there was a rush of kids and parents and grandparents pouring out of the school. They all had posters and bags and papers. The teachers had the ones waiting for pick up all corralled … Continue reading Charlie
You have become adults It was only moments ago that you needed us to help you stand. It was just yesterday we had to hold your hand. Our secret language was spelling out words. We were so careful about what you heard. Suddenly you're driving cars. Now we ask you to open jars. You have … Continue reading Our kids
My mom (Mary) is 89. My Aunt Bev is 90. Until a few months ago Aunt Bev would come to our house every Sunday for tea with Mary. Apparently I wrote down some of their conversations. I used to roll my eyes when Bev would pull in. Now I miss those conversations. Check back, as … Continue reading Meme’s, not the pictures, my mom and Aunt Bev.
I have long been a believer in the post event nap. It doesn't matter how long the event was, a day or week makes no difference. Get home, unpack, nap. This nap is sometimes for a few minutes and sometimes for a couple of hours. I highly recommend the practice. I'm going to take one … Continue reading Post event nap
There comes a point in our growing up lives when things like rain and and being uncomfortable guide our decisions. Remember being a kid and not caring if puddle jumping meant being wet? It was FUN! Jumping into a freezing cold river or the Atlantic in New England just meant being cold until my body … Continue reading Aging
My mom and dad were from the lost generation of staying married, having integrity and working hard for what they got. They lived in a time where the woman usually stayed at home but mom had a career. They lived in a time when you could buy a home, raise kids and take vacations, it … Continue reading Decades