An American Tragedy: The Murder of George Floyd

My heart is broken. The sheer horror, pathos, dehumanization, and evil depicted in that video will never be erased from my mind. What is seen can not be unseen. I keep agonizing about what George Floyd’s last thoughts were. He started his day breathing in the fresh air of Minnesota, running errands, saying hello to … Continue reading

It’s Much Too Early to Say Goodbye

I couldn’t believe that text….. it must be a mistake. It seemed like I had just left a condolence message on her voicemail hoping we would connect, but knowing all too well how her heart was breaking by the loss of her dear sister, I would just give her time. Terry and I were work … Continue reading

Weight!! It's Not Funny!

One baby boomer’s continuous battle with the scale Shelter-in-house, social distancing, self isolation, imposed quarantine…….. essentially, all mean the same thing……. resisting that ever living lure of my nemesis, the refrigerator! Going to work, hanging out with friends, or simply running errands puts distance between me and my attempts to limit grazing but at least … Continue reading

Grandchildren…… Our Most Precious Gift

Becoming a grandmother is indescribable. It’s a gift like no other. From the moment you lay eyes on your precious grandchild, you are absolutely smitten. The love you feel for your own child was the first time you truly understood how love for another human being knows no bounds. A mother’s love is so deep, … Continue reading

Hello World, It’s Me, Greyson!

It’s 6 am and I’m sitting on the tarmac at Newark Airport, a little annoyed by the delay. Waking up at 4 am, rushing around like my house was on fire, racing to the airport, missing the exit, silently screaming at the thought that I might miss my plane, only to hurry up and wait. … Continue reading

June, The Month of New Beginnings

I love June. June is the month of my birth, so perhaps that’s the reason……. but since I’m not a big birthday person, I’m sure that’s not it. As a kid, June signified the end of the school year, the beginning of the carefree days of summer, Johnnie, the ice-cream man, Manhattan Beach, and hours … Continue reading

How A Television Show Changed My Perspective

I am addicted to the UK version of the show “Long Lost Family.”  Episode after episode, birth mothers search for the children they were often forced, coerced or just to young to care for; children, many of whom were raised in loving adoptive families, search for decades for their birth parents. Regardless of the circumstances … Continue reading