letting go

Letting Go

If you let go a little, you will have a little peace. If you let go a lot, you will have a lot of peace.” ~Ajahn Chah I was reminded the other day of all the times in my life when I couldn't let go. I was such a control freak. I thought if I controlled myself, my family, my life, situations, that things would turn out the way I planned. I thought control meant perfection. If I let go, all hell would break loose. If I let go, my life would be chaotic. If I let go, my world be disordered. I was never one of those cool moms who let their kids pick out their clothes. Or do their own hair. Clothes had to match. Hair had to be brushed. Styled. Neat. Shoes had to be clean. We had a toy room. They Read more [...]
Happy Fourth of July

Happy Fourth!

Fourth of July. A time for traditions, picnics, parades, parties, fireworks, and flags. It sounds so unAmerican, but Gregger and I weren't all rah-rah when it came to the fourth.  I've HATED fireworks ever since I was a kid. My family would pack up the car geared up for a night of beauty in the skies. While they blanketed beneath the stars, I was hiding in the car cowering with my ears covered. I would peek to see some of the pretty colors, but the NOISE...OUCH! I don't think Gregger was a fan either. Fireworks were meant to be seen from far, far away! We rallied our American spirit for the kids and experienced the elaborate displays of color exploding in the sky for a few years. Then we made Read more [...]
Memories are worth a thousand words

A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words

Some people collect expensive antiques or art; others collect stamps, coins, trading cards, or other miscellaneous items. I started collecting when my kids were born. I believe I was protesting my mom's disregard for our "valuables." She loved to clean out, get rid of the old. Her rule of thumb, "If you haven't used it in a year, get rid of it!" Well, I hoarded quite a few collections in the growing years. The boys began with He-Man. At one time Castle Grayskull took over my family room invaded with the likes of Skeletor, Keldor, Prince Adam and their comrades. With two boys eighteen months apart, I couldn't just buy one of everything. I had to buy in multiples. Then it was transformers, Read more [...]

The Wonder of Our Hair!

Growing up in the 60's and 70's, we were all about the hair. "Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees. Give a home to the fleas, in our hair. A hive for the buzzing bees, a nest for birds, there ain't no words. For the beauty, splendor, the wonder of our hair." As our life changed, so did our hair. It created its own fairytale! 1974: Era of streakers, chokers, and Watergate. Gregger's hair, best described as the brillo bushy-style, comb-over to the left, sideburns covered with wiry hair. Lip covered matching stache was classy! I wasn't any better. I had a matching helmet head. Same comb-over to the left, hair covering my ears, and FROSTED! Not blond, not brown, but frosted with Read more [...]
At Least We Had Paris

At Least We Had Paris

I am so sad. I just read that Paris is not only banishing the tradition of "Love Locks" on the famed Pont des Arts, but removing the ones already blanketing the bridge. Gregger and I left our mark there September 2013. We promised to go back one day. We marked the spot. We took pictures. We knew just where our love lock, inscribed with our initials, remained, bearing our eternal love for one another.   Apparently the locks have become a safety hazard. City hall workers will begin removing the locks to prevent the bridge from caving. I get that. But it's like another piece of our hearts is being tossed away. Paris was our last "alone" trip together. We dreamed about that trip for so long. It Read more [...]
Why He Loved His Lucy

Why He Loved His Lucy

For years, Gregger called me his "Lucy."  While I was no blazing redhead, I certainly matched her wacky naiveté. I don't think I always had my head in the clouds. I want to believe I had a pretty good head on my shoulders. As a first born I was organized to a fault, obsessively disciplined, and crazy cautious. I was focused, determined, had my eye on the ball. I was in control and fairly self-controlled (although my kids might beg to differ on that one!). I think all hell broke loose when my three kids entered three different schools with multiple activities. Maybe juggling all those school, sports, dance, and social events juggled a few of my brain cells. I'm not sure. But somewhere in those Read more [...]
new-york-city

NYC…The City That Never Sleeps!

May 30th, 2014. NYC with the Gregger. He was on business as usual, I was on fun. But we always made time in the middle for "together time." That was the best time. People always asked me, "Did you see this show, that show? Did you go to this museum? Restaurant?" Sometimes. But most of the time we were happy walking hand in hand down Fifth Avenue, through Central Park, or just around the city doing nothing. We'd stop for coffee, a glass of wine. We had our favorite eating hangouts. They were timeless. We were creatures of habit. Some would say we wasted our opportunities in a city like NYC, but we believed we used every opportunity we had to spend time just being. Gregger loved New York. If he Read more [...]
memorial day

Holiday Weekends for the Heroes

Memorial Day Weekend. Lost in the shadows of barbecues, beer, and brotherhood, Memorial Day commemorates those who have given their lives for our country.  The heroes. Flags flutter in the wind, flowers grace cemeteries, store sales abound, sporting events blast the tube and government stops. It's a time for family, friends, and community. For the fashion conscious (which runs in this family), Memorial Day marks the official acceptance of "white wear." White clothing, white shoes. Yes, even Gregger pulled out the white jeans and bucks! We savor these three-day weekends. We plan, we party, we poop out. For Gregger and I these holidays were simply a "day off." For many years he closed the Read more [...]
Mother's Day - A True Love Fairytale

Mother’s Day

When I was younger people used to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. My answer? I wanted to be a mom. So unconventional for my time. It was the time of burning bras, Equal Rights, Gloria Steinam. It was a time when women were moving from the kitchen to the boardroom, Billy Jean King was killing it on the court, and being a "mom" was not the coolest career in town. I didn't care. I went to college. I taught special education, an incredibly rewarding job, but, I just wanted to be a MOM! Getting there wasn't so easy for me. I wasn't one of those first timers who thought about getting pregnant and, BAM, it happened. Unfortunately I was slightly cursed with endometriosis and some other delightful Read more [...]
On Bended Knee

On Bended Knee

"A good life is a collection of happy moments." Blessings, treasures in a memory bank...a place to go when I need a hug, a smile, or some sunshine on a rainy day.  I put on my wedding band today and was reminded of Gregger's "first" proposal...so simple, so funny, so unromantic, yet one of the happiest moments in that treasure bank. After a whirlwind romance and a trip to Disneyland I think I pretty much hounded him enough until engagement was the only thing on our minds. We both had a year left at ASU, were completely unprepared for the real world at the ripe age of 20, but "the happiest place on earth" had given us a reason to think marriage was the next and best step (or at least I Read more [...]