Day 3: surviving our new reality

I started writing this on Day 2. New ideas come up and I tweak the post. I realize I work at a school and so bad words are now ****. It’s so very stupid but nothing about this week makes sense to me. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross needs to come back from the grave and give us the five stages of post-election insanity. Recovery must include puppies. Anyhow, here’s what I have today: If you’re a Facebook friend of mine, you know that for me, the hardest part of Tuesday night was being a parent. I felt … [Read more...]

My case for Hillary

Hill yes!

She reminds me of my mom. Joan Egan was described in her senior college yearbook as “Gracious, Gregarious, Grand.” And she was. She was also smart, and unsentimental. I can recall only a handful of times seeing her cry. Her pragmatism was ill suited for messy emotions. Feelings never got in the way of completing the task. And yet she was compassionate. If you were really sick, she’d visit regularly. If you needed a meal, she’d cook you one or pick up ribs at Costco. She was a hospital … [Read more...]

Imagine if you will (for those inclined to vote for Trump)

Remember, no less than the fate of our Republic is at stake.

Regarding Trump, I can’t imagine anything has been left unsaid, but still I feel it necessary to say something. No less than the fate of our Republic is at stake. And no, I’m not kidding. - Imagine your ten-year-old son asks: “Did you see the video of Trump making fun of the guy with the funny arm?” “Yes,” you answer. “Mom said you were voting for him?” “I am.” “Why? He made fun of that guy. That’s so mean.” “Because, um, he’s going to make this country great again. And I … [Read more...]

My silver linings playbook

C'mon, It's just a drawing.

Five minutes ago, I wrote about Goldie—off to high school. This fall, she’s applying to college and will be out of the house next August. Picture me now, lying on my stomach, pounding my fists and feet into the carpet. It appears I’m exercising; I’m actually falling apart. Too much? Over the top? Maybe. But understand I’ve struggled to define life’s purpose, as I know many of us do and have, and motherhood provided answers—immediate, well-defined, profound. Yes, Goldie will still need me from … [Read more...]

Goodnight Big Red Barn

red barn pic

We said goodbye to my childhood home this week. Please excuse me while I grab some tissue. In 1966, I was barely four when we moved in, after a brief stint in Tarzana, and New Jersey before that. The man on the Mayflower truck handed me a couch cushion to bring inside “the barn” that morning. My two sisters and I settled into the large bedroom upstairs next to the master, with two walk-in closets and its own bathroom, including an odd-shaped tub and a wall heater where we burned many a naked … [Read more...]

Do not vote for Trump – Reason #25

Hazel may sleep through this election.

Last week, I casually mentioned that I’d share with you 84 reasons why you should not vote for Donald Trump. What I’d prefer instead is to shift from nonchalant to very serious, since there is much at stake. First, some perspective: In the last election, Mitt Romney was not my candidate. I’m an avowed Democrat and my stance on most issues is liberal and fact-based. But in 2012, if pressed, I would readily admit that Romney was smart, capable, and levelheaded. My disappointment had he won … [Read more...]