Posts filed under ‘Memories’


We remember all our “firsts”.

First bike. First car. First kiss. First concert. First day of camp.

Our parents remember our first steps, first words and first day of school.

A lot of our firsts are almost predictable. There’s an unofficial time table or we see them coming.

But what about the last time? That’s more unpredictable, sometimes heartrendingly so.

The last time you played Barbies or Legos or slept with your teddy.

The last time you went to the library or swimming with a parent.

The last walk you took with your father.

The last time you heard your mother laugh.

The last Thanksgiving with your grandmother.

This list will be different for everyone but the premise and poignancy are the same. We can’t know and it’s something we should be mindful of.

I don’t have any definitive answers but I think it’s about being grateful and appreciative (not exactly the same thing) and in the moment and not taking anything for granted. Because it can change in an instant-the blink of an eye.

I used to think the answer was to live each day as if it were my last and cramming as much into every day as possible. That just led to years of sleep deprivation. ๐Ÿ™‚

One thing I know to be true-when I am gone the people I love will know they were loved. “I love you” will be my final words to them. How do I know?

Because it’s the last thing I say to them every single time.

Because you never know when it is the last time.

Apr/2009 at 6:49 am Leave a comment


the moments we want to live in.

Mar/2009 at 9:34 pm 1 comment



Gregorian chants
Fragrant, whispering breezes
Gliding ghosts of monks

Mar/2009 at 1:05 pm Leave a comment


You know who you are.

I appreciate your ascetic aesthetic. Truly.

Very Zen or “spa” or mid-century modern or whatever you guys are going for now.

What you call cluttered, I call cozy. Have you never heard of layering a room?

I know you think I have too many things but they are MY things.

What you think of as over-the-top, I call Venetian opulence. ๐Ÿ™‚

You think my antiques are junk. They are heirlooms.

My collections are a mystery to you.

To you, my style is old-fashioned. To me it is a reminder of a gentler, more civilized time.

And then you started on the books. Can you have too many books? The Kindle is fine for travel or research but I can’t visit it like the old friends my books are. It does not work for art books and you can’t whisper to a friend that the naughty bit is on page 257. But you are winning. Kindles are even showing up at my Book Club.

Ironically, now you want me to readย  The Power of Less: The Fine Art of Limiting Yourself to the Essential…in Business and in Life .

Hmmmm. I have to buy another book. Oh dear.

And I want you to read, oh, I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s the opposite of that book.

I know I have it here somewhere,

In one of these bookcases.

Somewhere- among these many, many books…

ADDENDUM-Actually, it was an awesome book, not at all what I expected.

Feb/2009 at 3:23 am Leave a comment


I have a memory so vivid that I can hold it in my hand like a black and white photo.

I was about eight years old and being driven to summer camp by a friend’s mother. Several sweaty little girls in a station wagon full of gear.

We passed three shacks on the edge of a green field by the side of a farm road. Weathered boards. Dirt yards. Rusty pickup.

And sitting on the edge of one of the porches, their hands folded in their laps and dangling their bare feet were three dark little girls wearing three spotless white dresses. Starched and ironed to immaculate perfection. Each ruffle standing out like the petal of a flower. Their faces were scrubbed until they were shiny. In their hair (which was braided so tightly that I doubt they could blink) each had perfect satin bows. Every child had a different pastel color. One had pink, one blue and the smallest had yellow.

They sat there. Keeping clean for church. Smiling. Chatting. Waving at passing cars.

I thought they looked like angels with butterflies dancing around their heads. Pink. Blue. Yellow.

“No matter how poor you are, you can always buy soap.” said the mother as she waved back.

This has stayed in my mind like a deckle edged snapshot with the bows tinted in. Pink. Blue. Yellow.

That family had no money but those children were not poor.

Feb/2009 at 2:57 pm 1 comment


I was twelve years old and riding my bike around my neighborhood when I saw a garbage truck hit a dog. As I stood there in shock, the garbageman hopped off of the side of the truck, threw the dog in with the trash and they drove away. I looked around frantically for an adult to help but there was no one. It happened in the blink of an eye. Of course, by the time I had raced home, it was too late.

Feb/2009 at 12:14 pm Leave a comment


I got this idea from a little friend of mine who blogs with the best of them. Of course, she had her list be links. I don’t know how to do that yet. (Hey, it’s a process!) I was just thinking about making a whole page of lists that I would update on a regular basis. Which I will learn how to do soon-along with adding pictures. So here is my first baby list:

Being a Mom

DH,DD and DS- you know who you are

Friends- old and new

Nice neighbors


GPS- wonderful invention that saves me from (literally) losing a child

Flowers- inside, outside, in the car



Pedicures- oh, the three P’s!



Collecting crosses

Open source


Cooking for people I love- and the people they love

Watching the water- fountains, waves, a water hazard…

Cars that look like they’re moving when they are standing still


Fur coats- OK, on puppies and kittens (nice save, huh?)

A bird in the breakfast room- cheerful way to start the day

Waking up to the smell of bacon and coffee

Mockingbirds singing to the moon at 3:00 am

Bluetooth- because I love it so much I call it my Boo-tooth



Blue ceilings

Cards- especially Valentine’s Day

Cut glass, prisms and leaded glass- cheerful and sparkly. Does not tarnish.

Long scarves


The orange WordPress logo


Playing cards

Beautiful boxes

A fire on a gray, dismal day

Books! Well, that leads me to another list!

Continue Reading Feb/2009 at 3:53 am Leave a comment

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