Monthly Archives: May 2022

I saw this painted on a building a few days ago, and it stopped me in my tracks. And it made me think about my daughters, and all the daughters. Physical safety and protection. And then generally about responsibility, not solely in regard to a woman’s right to feel safe in her own body andContinue reading “Responsibility”

Yesterday, just before conferring university degrees to my daughter and her fellow soon-to-be-graduates, the Resident Dean of her dorm recited a poem. These were the words, she reminded the students and parents, that she sent to the students, before they moved into the dorm, and these were the last words she wanted to leave themContinue reading “Miracles Walking”

I have spent the last few days helping my youngest unpack and set up her new Brooklyn apartment. And what a trip down memory lane! Especially when she started going through old journals. When she stopped to read and reminisce. When I was 11, I read “The Diary of Anne Frank”. And even before finishingContinue reading “Spoils”

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about transition. Endings and beginnings. Every ending is also a beginning. Still, as I was filling boxes yesterday with my daughter’s books and mementos and clothes to take to her new apartment in NYC, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of…I don’t know, bittersweet joy/sorrow/pride. So proud ofContinue reading “Art”

It sometimes happens, in May in St. Louis, when the weather is particularly glorious. Not quite cool, not quite hot. And the birds sing. Actually, they don’t just sing, they belt out operatic arias! For a few days, Bob has been asking me if I hear the birds in the morning. No, I haven’t. TillContinue reading “How We Spend Our Days…”

In his most recent book “Living Untethered”, Michael Singer tells the story of a Buddhist monk. One morning, the monk greets his guru, who notices that the monk is glowing. The guru asks if anything has just happened. The monk replies that on his habitual early morning walk to see his guru, he saw theContinue reading “Just a Tree”

On our first date, Bob and I discovered that we had both read John Gray’s now infamous “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus”. The book has served us well, helping us to interpret each other. Oh, so when he says that thing, what he really means is…And when she does that thing, whatContinue reading “(W)Inner Dialogues”

At the grocery store today, the card aisle was packed. Some card-shoppers looked perplexed; others looked lost or pained, while others were laughing. They flipped from one card to the next in search of the perfect Mother’s Day card. Funny? Or serious? Bible quotes or open it up and an annoying song deafens you? TheseContinue reading “To All the Mothers”

Seeing and being seen is primal. For the first few weeks of life, a newborn baby can see 8 to 12 inches away. Which is the perfect distance to gaze into the eyes of their mother or father. As we grow, that distance increases. But, our seeing changes. We see  with preconceptions. We see theContinue reading “The Warmth of a Loving Gaze”