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Waiting
I’ve been waiting for a miracle or for lightning to strike, a moment when everything becomes clear and I know exactly which path I should take next. I’ve never known such freedom to choose. My life, schedule, responsibilities began at an early age and then slowly, like a train easing into a station my adventure came to an end. I feel as though I’m still wandering around the station waiting for the next train to appear. The problem is I don’t know what it looks like or where it’s headed. Somedays I stress. Make a decision! Other days I remind myself to be patient. I’m apprehensive because I want to make sure…
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Interview with Daniel Taddeo
I’m excited to announce a new monthly post called VOICES! Every month I will feature someone with an interesting story to tell. It will either be an interview, an essay, or video. This month features Daniel M. Taddeo. Two years ago, Daniel and I held a One Act Of Kindness Day on May 7th. We had people from all over the world participate. I later learned that Daniel was a musician and author who has led a very interesting life.
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The Power Of Persistence
Everyone needs a cheerleader. My husband, Eric, listened to me for three days. “I don’t know what to write for my blog. I can’t believe I don’t have any ideas.” He offers suggestions which I contemplate, “Meh.” He listens to me plan our evening which revolves around getting this blog post done. I disappear for two hours and return with, “I tried, but I’ve got nothing.” He tells me it’s okay, I’m a great writer, and I’ll think of something. I tell him maybe I’ll have an idea next week. He nods. The next morning I ask if he minds if I disappear for a bit to work on a post.…
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New Beginnings
It was six forty-five am. Drum beats echoed across the dark parking lot packed with cars. Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble! Students danced in the courtyard as the sun lit the sky. Giant hand-painted signs: Class of 2018! Class of 2019! decorated the lawn.
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Searching For Self
Searching For Self The quiet voice inside whispered, go. My ego shouted, but you have a to-do list you must stick to. The whisper came again, go. To go would be the more difficult path. The uncomfortable one. The one that would leave me feeling vulnerable, especially if I stumbled over my words. The last thing I wanted to do was stand up, microphone in hand, in front of a board with an impromptu two-minute speech. Surely there would be other people to speak for me. The excuses kept popping up. I have work to do; I should run, wasn’t I going to make hummus? Then I remembered the Judge. Gavel in hand she…
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Left Out
Left Out She stood on the playground. Everyone a stranger. New Gloria Vanderbilt shirt, gold necklace, Nike’s powder blue trainers, she chose the outfit carefully hoping they’d see she was worth getting to know. Everyone had scattered playing in their groups. She stood there. Adults were easier to talk to. She watched. She was alone.
