mylifein100words

Month: February, 2016

Jeannie–this one’s for you. Written back in December

To my inner saboteur: sit down and be quiet. Do not tell me that I am no good; that I don’t matter. Sit in the corner and don’t say a word.

I can do it. I will do it, no matter what you say. It may not make me rich or famous, but it might make me happy. It might even make me proud.

Sit down, I said! Stop talking. I can’t kill you (yet) but I can silence you. I can put you in a mental corner and make you be quiet. Sit down, shut up, leave me alone.

On Heroes: a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

We have been asked to send ideas and images for today’s heroes. You might expect to see pictures of the President. Or the First Lady. Or an astronaut-that’s a tried and true one, right? Maybe Beyonce. Or Madonna, if you’re my age.

But if I sent pictures of heroes it would be a picture of my sister. A photo of my nephew. Mary, mom of three. David, of course. Ordinary people, all of them. They haven’t amassed a fortune or cured a disease. They have all lived lives of bravery, each in a different way and on their own terms.

Pregnancy–32 years later

It’s gone viral: a photo of a female couple, each pregnant, brushing their teeth in bra and panties. Looking at the photo the first thing that comes to mind is, “Gosh, I wish I had loved my pregnant body.” Don’t get me wrong—I loved being pregnant. Loved it. But I didn’t fully appreciate what my body was doing: growing an entire human being. Can you imagine? Women get to grow another human being in their body. That is so cool!

Sadly, I don’t think I loved my pregnant body, beautiful as it was. I would love it now. Promise.

Me and My Technology

I just think it’s fun. I don’t worry about “photo dumping.” I simply want to show you what I saw today. Turns out, I had to show everything all at once.

I like Facebook, even if it’s too dorky or so yesterday. It helps me to feel like I am a part of the lives of people I care about.

Twitter. Well, all I have to say is this: Laura Lippman, I am not a stalker. Not really.

Technology means something different to everyone, I think. It is like a planet where some are natives and some are new arrivals.

You Know Who You Are

It is an unlikely friendship. I am 20 years older and most, perhaps all, of my friends are women. Yet, we are really good friends. We bonded on an early summer evening over a respect for teaching as a profession. I picked him up at the bus stop. It was total kismet. After that we would hang in my office, talking about teaching, books, kids, family. The things friends talk about.

It’s harder now that we don’t work together. Phone calls aren’t the same, but they suffice. His life is busy. I’m lazy. Darn! I wish we still worked together.